Chapter 452

The screech of wheelchair wheels against the floor cut through the silence.

Adrian Valentine and Isabella Langley turned simultaneously, their pupils contracting in shock.

Gabrielle Flores pushed Christian Lefèvre into the room. The man's face was deathly pale, his legs limp against the footrests.

"Awake?" Evelyn Roland arched a brow, her tone as casual as discussing the weather.

Vincent Kemnis's documents slipped from his fingers and hit the ground with a thud.

"Christian..." Adrian's voice trembled, his hands clenching unconsciously.

Christian's gaze slid past him, landing on Evelyn. "I'm sorry."

Evelyn smirked. "Gabrielle suffered the most. Three years. Over a thousand days and nights."

The man in the wheelchair lowered his lashes.

"Living is so exhausting," she mocked his past words. "Is this all you've got?"

Nathan Aldridge tapped the table. "Mr. Lefèvre, please cooperate with the investigation."

Isabella suddenly shrieked, "Impossible! You were supposed to—"

"Supposed to be dead?" Christian's lips curled into a sardonic smile.

When Gabrielle whispered in his ear, he nearly blacked out again. Three years had changed everything beyond recognition.

Isabella's nails dug into her palms. She had calculated every move, except this man's awakening.

"Isabella Langley is the murderer," Christian stated, locking eyes with the judge's bench. "That day at Nata Tower..."

His voice was a scalpel, methodically dissecting the past.

"She wore a lifelike mask and set the fire herself."

Adrian whipped his head toward Isabella.

The woman's flawless makeup began to crack, her eyes drowning in bottomless terror.