Chapter 30
Chapter 30
“Worth it?” Rachel considered Nicolas’s words. For her, it wasn’t about worth anymore-if something felt good, it was worth it.
Nicolas left his suit jacket around her shoulders before departing, its cedar scent enveloping her like a protective embrace. The moonlight through the blinds cast shadows on her face, reminiscent of prison bars
rom three years ago.
David arrived to find Nicolas standing by Donald’s window, his presence radiating cold authority.
Mr. Rothschild…” David wiped sweat from his forehead, his shirt clinging to his back.
He’d heard what happened-Sophie had upset Donald with her thoughtless words, triggering his heart
ttack. But Sophie hadn’t meant any harm. This couldn’t be entirely her fault.
f Rachel hadn’t caused such a scene at the gala, none of this would have happened. She was the real
nstigator.
I’ll handle this situation-”
Handle it how?” Nicolas’s voice was arctic as he turned. “By throwing Rachel under the bus again? Making
er the scapegoat for your family’s failures?”
David’s throat went dry, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.
Ticolas had built an empire and crushed competitors twice his age. This wasn’t a family friend peaking-this was the head of the Rothschild dynasty.
Sophie caused this mess, so Rachel deserves justice. Period.”
Sophie’s young and made a mistake…”
Twenty four is young?” Nicolas’s laugh held no warmth. “I was running billion-dollar deals at twenty four.”
Rachel’s attack on Sophie was brutal,” Nicolas said, his tone deceptively calm, “but compared to three years go when Sophie murdered a pregnant woman and made Rachel take the fall-this is mercy.”
David staggered against the wall as suppressed memories flooded back.
That storm soaked night, Sophie had stumbled home reeking of alcohol, barely able to stand, collapsing in
pure terror.
Her first words: “Dad, Mom, I killed someone…”
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Their solution? Tell her not to worry, then sacrifice Rachel.
Rachel had silently taken the blood-stained license, walking into that police station like condemned prey.
“Sophie was only twenty-one then…”
“Old enough to bribe a medical examiner to falsify autopsy reports?” Nicolas’s voice cut like a scalpel. “That baby was eight months along-died from cord compression, not the impact.”
The hospital’s antiseptic smell suddenly became suffocating.
David remembered burning the original report in his study while jasmine bloomed mockingly outside.
Your family’s dysfunction isn’t typically my concern,” Nicolas said, each word precisely measured, “but
watching you destroy an innocent woman for three years? That ends now. You represent the Leroix name,
yet you and your children behave like common criminals.”
David couldn’t meet his eyes.
Nicolas commanded respect from world leaders and Fortune 500 CEOs. His displeasure could destroy entire
companies.
Rachel spent three years in hell because you were too weak to protect your own daughter. That guilt should
at you alive every single day.”
Nicolas left without another word.
Later, David confronted Sophie and Arthur. Under pressure, he assigned them laughably light
unishments-Sophie would spend three hours in her room “reflecting.”
Walking to Rachel’s room, David saw her sitting quietly by the window, staring out at nothing.
The image hit him like a punch-when she was born, their only dream had been for her to grow up happy.
When had her smiles disappeared? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen genuine joy on her face,
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