Chapter 410

Margaret Valentine froze.

The disgust in her son's eyes chilled her to the bone.

The old lady's prophecy had finally come true.

Everything she'd schemed for had crumbled to dust.

Her own children disowned her.

Abandoned by all. Left with nothing.

This was worse than death.

She'd lived for only two things.

Reuniting with her daughter.

Making Gregory heir to the Valentine empire.

She'd clawed her way up for this.

Vincent Langley could discard her anytime.

She needed an insurance policy.

That man held her fate in his hands.

The true tragedy wasn't failure.

It was watching your dreams get snuffed out.

These two purposes had kept her breathing.

A pitiful existence indeed.

No one defied Vincent Langley.

The man was terrifying.

Gregory Valentine staggered to his feet.

"You made me a murderer's son."

Margaret's heart lurched.

Martha's death and the elder Valentine's demise—she was involved.

She thought she'd covered her tracks.

Never expected the truth to surface.

"Gregory—"

"Shut up!" Gregory's voice cracked like a whip. "If you have any conscience left, turn yourself in. Don't ruin my life."

Fallen from grace overnight.

The Valentine heir's golden halo—shattered.

Wealth and privilege—gone like smoke.

How could he not hate her?

Her son only cared about money and status.

Just like her younger self.

The resemblance left her speechless.

In her reckless youth, she'd roamed the streets.

Then she met Vincent Langley.

And foolishly gave herself to him.

Vincent was a notorious womanizer.

Only stopped after... certain incidents.

Her gaze snapped to the composed old woman.

"You vile crone! You poisoned my son's mind!"

"You turned him into this worthless shell!"

Beatrice Valentine remained serene.

"You plotted to kill my grandson."

"The more he excelled, the more your son faltered."

"Eventually, you couldn't bring yourself to eliminate him."

"Because only he could secure your luxury."

"Margaret, you're still an amateur at this game."

Beatrice's tone was icy.

She didn't even glance Margaret's way.

Murderous rage flashed in Margaret's eyes.

"I'll see you dead, you old hag!"

Adrian Valentine looked up coldly.

"Try it."

Margaret bared her teeth in a grotesque smile.

"I've got nothing left to lose."

Did they think they could cast her out?

Dream on.

Reinforcements were coming.

She'd prepared backup plans after the elder Valentine's death.

Beatrice's eyes narrowed.

So the mastermind would finally show himself.

She'd waited so long for this.

To expose them all.

"Victor, call the police in."

At Beatrice's command, Victor Ashcroft strode toward the exit.

Margaret panicked.

The message had been sent.

He should be here by now.

She couldn't let them arrest her child.

Even if Gregory denied her.

He was still her flesh and blood.

Victor had concrete evidence.

This time, even she wouldn't escape.