Bankrupt Tycoon? No Problem – This Villainess Will Make Him Rich Again

Chapter 180: Chapter 183: Sonia Quincy is My Sister?

"So you just agreed to Cecilia Quincy’s terms?" Sonia Quincy’s voice asked in the recording.

Miranda Morgan’s voice replied, tinged with helplessness. "I couldn’t afford the betrothal gift. My parents threatened to kill themselves, saying they’d come to my workplace and do it right in front of me. They’ve been threatening me like this for years. Do you think I had any other choice back then but to agree to what Cecilia Quincy said?"

"Cecilia Quincy is just too rich. Four hundred thousand is less than what she’d spend on a handbag. She could solve my problems with a wave of her hand, so I had to agree."

"What did she instruct you to do?" Sonia Quincy asked.

Miranda Morgan: "Cecilia Quincy told me that if I was willing to do as she said, she would solve my problem with my brother’s betrothal gift."

"Hiring male models to slander you was Cecilia Quincy’s idea. I was just her puppet. So, Sonia Quincy, suing me won’t get you your revenge."

Sonia Quincy ignored that remark and continued, "Why would Cecilia Quincy do this?"

Miranda Morgan: "Jealousy, of course. Her family has been going through a lot lately, and she’s been a complete wreck. On top of that, Ethan Lockwood happened to be fighting with her. Her family life and her love life were both a mess, while you were over here with a perfect family and a happy marriage. She couldn’t stand the imbalance, so she decided to find someone to mess with you."

Sonia Quincy: "It’s that simple?"

Miranda Morgan: "It’s that simple. She told me so herself."

The recording ended there. Sonia Quincy put away her phone, a gentle smile on her face as she looked at the livestream screen.

[Damn! Cecilia Quincy, you’re really something else!]

[Cecilia Quincy, you’re nothing but a sewer rat! My Bloom’s life was finally getting better, and now you’ve ruined it all! You bitch!]

[...I can’t even. Can Cecilia Quincy just get the hell out of Aethelburg?]

[Get lost, Cecilia Quincy! And Ethan Lockwood, too! And the whole Quincy Family can crawl away with them!!]

[Oh my god, I seriously admire Sonia Quincy’s mental fortitude. If it were me being targeted like this over and over, I would’ve fucking lost it on the spot!]

"Wow, Bloom’s evidence is devastating! She just completely crushed Cecilia Quincy!"

Hannah Sutton sat on a bench outside the lab, watching Sonia Quincy’s livestream in amazement.

Mason Shaw nodded in agreement. "With Ms. Quincy’s clarification, Cecilia Quincy and Ethan Lockwood’s reputations are completely ruined. The Lockwood Group and Quincy Enterprises will take a huge hit, too."

"Serves them right!" Hannah Sutton cursed through gritted teeth. "Those two scumbags have done so many terrible things. Just ruining their reputations and hurting their companies isn’t enough to punish them! If you ask me, they should be dragged through the streets!"

Mason Shaw: "So you could take the opportunity to throw rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables at them?"

"Exactly!" Hannah Sutton admitted freely. "I do want to throw rotten eggs at them! I’d throw dog crap, too!"

"Hmph..." Mason Shaw found her feisty attitude adorable and couldn’t help but smile and pat her head.

"Mr. Shaw, Miss Sutton."

The lab door was pushed open, and the Appraiser, dressed in a white lab coat, finally walked out.

"Are the test results ready?" Mason Shaw immediately shot up from his chair and strode over to the Appraiser.

The Appraiser looked at the two of them with a smile in his eyes, pausing for several seconds before daring to take out the report.

"The results are in. The relative chance of paternity between this Ms. Quincy and Elder Shaw is 99.9999%."

"In other words, Elder Shaw is indeed this Ms. Quincy’s biological father."

"..."

"...Wh-what did you say?!"

Hannah Sutton was stunned for a full minute before the Appraiser’s words slowly began to register.

The Appraiser handed the report to Mason Shaw and repeated firmly, "I said, this Ms. Quincy is indeed Elder Shaw’s biological daughter, which makes her your biological sister, Mr. Shaw."

"...Sister." Mason Shaw reached out, carefully taking the report from the Appraiser’s hands. It was only a few thin pages, but for some reason, Mason found his hands unsteady.

His hands were trembling, and his whole body started to shake, as if the report weighed a thousand pounds.

"Sister..." he repeated the word dazedly, asking in disbelief, "Is she really my sister?"

The Appraiser pointed to the results on the report and said with certainty, "Yes. This Ms. Quincy is your sister. You can see the data in the report."

"Quick, look!" Hannah Sutton dropped her bag and huddled next to Mason Shaw to look at the results with him.

"Combined Paternity Index: 99.9999%..."

"Supports Jackson Shaw as the biological father of Sonia Quincy..."

"...Supports Jackson Shaw as the biological father of Sonia Quincy!!!" Hannah Sutton repeated the sentence excitedly, her eyes wide as she looked at Mason Shaw. "Mason, Sonia Quincy really is our sister! She’s really our sister!!"

Mason Shaw’s mind had gone numb. He understood what Hannah Sutton was saying, but his reaction was sluggish.

"Sonia Quincy... Sonia Quincy is Charlotte." He was finally able to respond after a long pause. "Sonia Quincy is my sister! She’s the daughter Mom and Dad have been searching for all this time!"

"Yes!" Hannah Sutton’s eyes had reddened at some point. She gripped Mason Shaw’s sleeve tightly, urging him on. "Quick, tell Mom and Dad the news! Let’s go bring Charlotte home together!"

Mason Shaw: "Do you know where Charlotte is?"

Hannah Sutton wiped her tears in a rush. "I do! I know where she is! I’ll take you there right now!"

...

"Regarding the matter of Cecilia Quincy’s debut jewelry design plagiarizing my custom wedding manuscript, ’Everbloom,’ I already explained it very clearly in the rights-defense video I posted yesterday. I presented three pieces of evidence in that video, and from them, everyone can see exactly how Cecilia Quincy plagiarized my work."

"Therefore, I won’t elaborate on it further here."

Sonia Quincy moved past the topic quickly and began her final clarification.

"The last thing I want to clarify has nothing to do with me. This is about long-overdue justice for my husband, Felix Preston."

[Huh? Justice for Felix Preston? What happened to him? Was he targeted by Cecilia Quincy, too?]

[Uh... yeah. Unfortunately, Cecilia Quincy told me about this gossip, too.]

[What? What’s up with Bloom’s husband?]

Inside the speeding Maybach, Felix Preston gripped his phone with both hands, his reddened eyes fixed on Sonia Quincy on the screen.

Sonia Quincy seemed to look right at him through the screen, a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Felix Preston is my beloved husband, and he was once falsely accused by Cecilia Quincy."

Felix Preston heard Sonia Quincy’s voice, speaking each word with deliberate clarity.