Chapter 2The Final Judgment

I indifferently shifted my gaze and walked straight to the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, I was met with such a pungent perfume smell that I wrinkled my nose—

The bed was a mess of brightly colored lingerie that wasn't mine, and the nightstand displayed an intimate photo of Ryan and Jessica.

"You've been sleeping together in my bed?"

I turned, glaring at her coldly.

Jessica hastily tried to explain:

"It was just temporary! As soon as Ryan recovers, I'll make him move out immediately..."

"No need."

I cut her off. "I'm just here to pick up some old things today."

I quickly opened the wardrobe, only to find it full of Ryan's designer suits.

My clothes had been haphazardly stuffed into a suitcase, abandoned in a corner.

"Liam, don't be like this..."

Jessica tried to grab my wrist. "I know your heart is breaking..."

I shook off her hand, about to grab the suitcase and leave, when my phone suddenly buzzed with explosive trending news:

【SHOCKING SCANDAL! FOSTER HEIR CONFESSES, ADMITS TO STEALING V-CORP'S CORE SECRETS!】

The comment section erupted:

"OMG! The golden boy of the Foster family turned out to be a corporate spy?"

"I thought he was taking the fall for Ryan Hill, but it turns out he was the real culprit!"

"That scumbag deserves to rot in prison!"

My pupils contracted. I whipped my head up to glare at Jessica.

I had clearly signed the plea deal as she asked, yet she couldn't even be bothered to keep up appearances.

Jessica glanced at my phone, a flustered look on her face.

"This... Liam, let me explain..."

"I... I really did intend to keep it a secret for you, but you know, Ryan is sick, and he's also a suspect in this. To protect him from being implicated, so..."

Utter disappointment led to a strange calm.

"It doesn't matter."

I masked the emotion in my eyes and put away my phone.

"The hearing is in three days anyway."

Jessica visibly relaxed, taking my hand with false sincerity.

"Liam, I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, after you go to prison, I'll take good care of your parents."

I fought back a wave of nausea and pulled my hand away, choosing another room to stay in.

Late at night, when all was quiet, I dialed a number I hadn't called in ages.

When the call connected, I took a deep breath.

"Ms. Sterling, this is Liam Foster. There are some things I'd like to discuss with you in person."