Unmasking the Heiress

Minnie's gut told her something fishy was going on, and she was right on the money. The moment she caught Lydia's shifty eyes, she knew it.

The two of them locked in a stare-down for what felt like forever until Lydia finally caved with a big sigh.

"Look, none of this mess is my fault," Lydia confessed. "Your dad pulled a fast one on me. Yessica wasn't sick at all. She was alive and kicking the whole time you were in my belly, and even after you were born. I got so fed up that I made your dad choose between us and Yessica and her kid. He didn't say a word, but a month after our big blowout, Yessica kicked the bucket in the hospital."

Lydia's story neatly dumped all the blame on Andrew, who was not even there to defend himself, leaving her hands clean.

However, the whole thing about Yessica's sudden death just raised a whole bunch of red flags.

"So you're saying you have no clue how Yessica could just up and die from being sad?"

Lydia was all high and mighty with her words.

However, Minnie, seeing her mother dodge her gaze, knew she had to play it smart.

She would do anything to cover for her mother. If there was a connection, she would make sure it looked like there was not.

Too bad for Minnie, it looked like her plan did not stand a chance.

The intimate chat between mother and daughter had already been overheard by Yale, the head honcho of the Foster family, thanks to a sneaky bug tucked away in Lydia's jacket.

Within a couple of minutes, the recorded conversation popped up on a computer screen in some swanky overseas pad.

Yale whipped out his phone and hit up a number.

"Got the audio?"

He was on the call with Jack, the Foster family's second-in-command.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Ever since Julia and Lydia had vanished into thin air, the Fosters had gone into full-on protection mode for Andrew, the last kid standing.

Jack was the man with the plan, whisking Andrew off to some far-off land. The goal? To cut him off from the world and let him mull over what really happened to the Foster's darling daughter.

Truth be told, keeping Andrew in the dark was a piece of cake for the Fosters. They did not even need to move him, it just so happened that Jack had business overseas, so he brought Andrew along for the ride.

With both suspects in the bag and their stories on the record, it was crunch time for the Foster brothers to piece the puzzle together.

Jack caught on to the audio in no time and knew exactly why Yale was on the line. He did not beat around the bush. "Yale, Lydia's confession doesn't jive with Andrew's story. Are these two trying to throw each other under the bus?"

It was like that old saying, 'When the going gets tough, partners in crime can turn into every man for himself.

Andrew and Lydia were chillingly self-interested, so them pulling a stunt like that was not a shocker. Thus, while Jack was shocked, Yale was calm. He had seen it all coming. The real headache was that after all those years, trying to dig up the past was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Yale could not help feeling let down by Lydia's words. He had hoped she would drop the act with her daughter and come clean, but her shifty words smelled fishy-obvious lies.

"No biggie. We've got our suspect, so what's there to worry about cracking the case?" said Jack, trying to cheer up his elder brother. However, inside, Jack's gears were turning. What kind of fireworks would go off if Andrew got wind of Lydia's spiel?

No matter what, it would definitely nudge them closer to the truth...

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