Sophia handled company affairs in her room every day, but we barely spoke.
Then one day, while I was sleeping, someone suddenly yanked the covers off me.
I woke to find my biological father had returned and it was he who pulled the blanket away.
“How can you sleep here?” Richard snapped.
“Brother — although she’s adopted, you should watch your appearance!”
“If people find out that the rightful heir of the Grants sleeps in his sister’s room as soon as he returns, what will they say?”
“The reputation of the Grant family cannot be ruined like this!”
Liam immediately added fuel to the fire.
Elizabeth burst into tears, sobbing in despair. “What a sin… how could my own son turn out this way? I don’t even want to live anymore.”
Richard shouted angrily. “You’re at the age where you should be studying, and yet your head is filled with these improper thoughts. Get up!”
I casually pulled the blanket back over myself and tapped my phone a few times.
The lights in the room shut off, and the projector flickered on.
What played was the surveillance footage from this very room—starting from the moment Liam brought me inside, right up to now.