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“It’s the medical mark of a neural dampener,” Noah said, his voice echoing in the dead silence. “The car crash didn’t paralyze them, Mrs. Vale. Someone put these dampeners in their legs to stop them from walking.”

Catherine gasped, pulling Eliza close as she stared up at her husband. “Richard… what is he talking about?”

Noah reached under his oversized hoodie and pulled out a battered digital camera. “Two months ago, my father was hired to install those micro-devices. He thought he was helping with a specialized medical trial, but when he found out what they really were, he took photos. That’s why your men chased him off the road last night, Mr. Vale. That’s why he’s in the hospital right now.”

A collective gasp echoed through the ballroom. Phones flashed as guests began recording the scene.

Richard’s face twisted with rage. “He’s lying! Security, throw this street brat out!”

Not a single guard moved. They stood frozen, staring at the camera screen Noah held up—a crystal-clear photo showing Richard Vale exchanging a briefcase of cash with a disgraced surgeon outside a secret clinic, labeled with the exact serial numbers stamped on the twins' braces.

“Why?” Catherine’s voice broke as tears streamed down her face. “Richard, why would you do this to our children?!”

“Because of the trust fund!” Noah answered firmly, stepping between Richard and the twins. “Your grandfather’s will states that if the children are permanently disabled, control of the entire Vale fortune remains with their father until they turn thirty. If they recovered, the money went directly to them on their eighteenth birthday next month.”

The crowd dissolved into furious whispers. The polished, powerful billionaire stood completely exposed beneath his own chandeliers.

Police sirens wailed in the distance, cutting through the night.

Catherine wiped her eyes, looked down at Ethan—who was slowly pulling off his own brace—and took Noah’s hand. She looked at Richard with pure disgust.

“By midnight, you won’t just lose the fortune, Richard,” Catherine declared, as officers burst through the grand estate doors. “You’re going to lose everything.”