CHAPTER 152: FAKE!

Morgan Family.

"Fantastic. She’s finally dead. Mom, your Godfather is truly something else."

Susan let out a chilling laugh, her expression twisted with satisfaction.

"I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. I had my own solution. Andrew, do you believe me now?"

Andrew frowned, sitting stiffly on the sofa, his face dark and troubled.

"What are you still hesitating about? Don’t tell me you actually feel sorry for her. Did you forget she made you kneel back then?"

Susan’s voice dripped with bitterness as she moved closer and sat beside him.

"And don’t forget, Andrew—the Morgan empire is your blood and sweat, your legacy! Yet someone wanted to tear it apart, to take everything you built!"

Andrew shot her a cold look.

"No matter what, she was still my daughter. She lived under the Morgan roof for more than ten years."

"Daughter? You call that thing a daughter?" Susan snapped. "Andrew, I’m warning you, don’t try to play the softhearted father now. She was a snake—ungrateful, disloyal, a traitor!"

"That’s enough. Stop."

Andrew inhaled deeply, staring up at the chandelier.

"Lucas looks like he’s falling apart. There’s still no sign of her. It seems... she really might be..."

"Have some confidence. Remove the word might," Susan sneered. "This outcome is exactly what she deserves. She brought this on herself."

She folded her arms.

"And to think you even pretended to be sick just to win her sympathy—how pathetic. Look at me. I chose the cleaner solution: one move, end of the game."

"Dad, now that Sophia’s gone, you’ll have the YL Group all to yourself," Olivia said, stepping forward with a smile.

At the mention of YL Group, Andrew’s expression finally eased.

"Exactly. But we’re still missing something."

"Missing what, Dad?" Olivia asked.

"Public support," Andrew answered. "People know there was a rift between me and Sophia, so now we need to show the opposite—to make them believe we shared a deep bond. And since it’s no secret in high society that she inherited YL Group, they’ll have no choice but to accept it."

Comprehension flashed in Olivia’s eyes.

"You want to take her inheritance publicly, in front of the media. But... will Lucas allow it?"

Susan snickered.

"My sweet daughter, you’re still too naïve. Your Godfather gave me something... interesting. You’ll love it."

She handed Olivia a stack of documents.

Olivia skimmed through them—then froze.

"Mom... this is—"

"That’s right," Susan said, eyes gleaming. "In the official marriage registry, Sophia and Lucas aren’t listed at all. The so-called marriage certificate they showed Aiden was a forgery."

Olivia’s shock quickly twisted into delight.

"A flawless switch! Dad, with this, you become the only legal heir to everything Sophia owned!"

Sophia and Lucas’ marriage was fake, their certificate forged, which meant Lucas had no legal claim to her assets. And the six children were all underage.

The final winner of this game... would be Andrew Morgan.

A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face.

"In any game, there are hidden dangers and unpredictable endings. Victory is never guaranteed to just one player. Sophia... she was still too young. And to think Aurora had so many secrets even I never uncovered."

His gaze shifted toward a family portrait on the wall—Sophia’s face had long been covered.

Now...

Andrew stepped forward, removed the frame, and lifted a pair of scissors. A slight smirk curved his lips as he cut away the section where Sophia once was.

Those who no longer exist... must be erased.

However...

There was still a public image to maintain. And the show was far from over.

City A — Morgan Family Held a Press Conference

Andrew looked as if he had aged years overnight.

Reporters crowded below the stage, firing questions about whether Sophia was truly dead.

Andrew forced a mournful smile.

"As for my daughter’s death, I don’t want to say much more. I don’t even want to accept it. If I could, I’d rather die in her place."

"Mr. Morgan, rumors say you and Miss Sophia did not have a good relationship. Why are you suddenly grieving her so deeply?"

Andrew gripped a framed family portrait, eyes reddening.

"She was my daughter. What father in this world wouldn’t care about his own child?"

"Mr. Morgan, it’s been said that Miss Morgan was a director of the YL Group overseas. Is that true?"

"...Yes."

"Mr. Morgan, how will Miss Morgan’s inheritance be handled?"

"Although the truth is painful, I will make sure YL is properly managed on her behalf."

"Mr. Morgan—"

Inside Hilton Mansion, Lucas watched the broadcast, cold fury burning in his eyes.

"Mr. Hilton, Andrew’s strategy is brilliant—he’s killing two birds with one stone."

Alex’s tone was dark. The more he observed, the more he felt Andrew’s so-called conflicts with Sophia might have been a façade.

"Sophia’s situation is absolutely connected to them. The task I gave you—how did it go?"

"We looked into Jacob. And just as you suspected, the person who met with Susan at the Morgan estate... was him."

Lucas’ gaze turned lethal.

"Mr. Hilton, there is something else you won’t believe."

"Speak."

"Jacob’s son... is Damien."

Lucas’s expression turned to ice.

He clasped his hands together, voice deep and controlled: "Come with me. We’re going to find them."

He headed downstairs.

But the moment he stepped out of the building—

"Lucas!"

BANG!

Lucas staggered backward, nearly falling as a fist smashed into his face.

William stood in front of him, clothes disheveled, murder in his eyes.

Harper rushed after him, grabbing his arm. "Will! Stop!"

"Mr. Hilton, are you alright?" Alex asked anxiously.

Lucas wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

William fought out of Harper’s grip and swung again, enraged.

"Lucas!" Harper cried out.

In an instant, Lucas blocked the blow—and struck back.

His fist cracked against William’s jaw, sending him stumbling!

"Lucas! What gives you the right to hit my brother!?" Harper shielded William, trembling with anger. His cheek was already swelling.

Lucas shook out his hand, eyes dark.

"When a dog bites you, do you just stand there and let it?"

Harper’s eyes filled again. She had cried for three days straight, her eyelids swollen like walnuts—yet Lucas’ words stabbed her deeper.

"What did you just say?!"

Lucas glanced at her, swallowed the harsher words he wanted to speak, and instead said:

"Sophia is not dead—and she will not die. If you insist on treating her like she’s already gone, then let me say it for her: stop cursing her. I will find the one who did this."

With that, Lucas turned and walked away, not looking back.