Chapter 8 - The Judgment in the Hall
The recording stopped with a sharp click.
A wave of utter revulsion washed over the gathered guests. The aristocrats who had spent the evening flattering Evelyn stepped away from her in disgust, leaving her isolated on the dusty floorboards. The social empire she had spent years building vanished in a single instant.
Julian stood up slowly, lifting the boy into his arms and holding him securely against his side. He walked over to Evelyn until his boots were inches away from her trembling hands.
"You trapped my son behind plaster so you could steal my life," Julian said, his tone flat, emotionless, and colder than ice. "You made me mourn a living child."
"Julian! I loved you!" Evelyn sobbed, reaching out to grab his trouser leg. "I did it so we could have a fresh start! He was a reminder of your ex-wife! We can fix this!"
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"Get your hands off me," Julian replied softly.
He looked toward the security guards standing near the grand staircase. "Take her down to the wine cellar. Lock the iron gate. Call the homicide division and tell them I have a confession captured on tape."
