Chapter 434
Chapter 434:
Ashton continued, “You never bought property after you came back. Fine. But don’t act like you’re couch-surfing. You’re renting a place for fifty grand a month.
Still claiming you’re broke p>
He swiped his screen again.
Then flicked it towards me.
Another photo.
A high-rise flat with glass walls, a long terrace, pale stone floors, and floor-to-ceiling curtains.
“A pampered little heir waking up in two hundred square meters of air-conditioned silence, then dragging himself here on a bike for a minimum-wage gig. For what? Pocket change?” He handed me the phone.
I took it.
The report was lengthy.
Photos. Transaction logs. Lease documents.
I scrolled through all of it, one by one, my grip on the phone tightening. He’d worked with me for weeks, got the job done without complaints, even covered for me more than once. I’d actually thought he was decent.
When he told me Clive froze him out, I believed him.
I knew what the Grangers were like. Louisa was the only one in that family with a conscience.
It wasn’t hard to imagine Clive abandoning a kid overseas and pretending he didn’t exist.
But now I was staring at proof that Clive funded his whole lifestyle.
I lowered my arm and stared straight at him.
“So everything you said just now was a lie. Back in Sunset City, you said you didn’t have a grand to buy a phone. That was a lie too? What are you actually after? Why pretend p>
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“I’m not—” Daniel struggled to stand. “The flats in Wessexia, yeah, I live there with my mum, but they’re not in my name. Clive’s name’s on the deeds. He never gave us anything extra. No allowances, nothing. It just looks fancy from the outside. We couldn’t even afford prescriptions when my mum got sick. And the cars? I was allowed to drive them, but they weren’t mine. Not a single one.” His eyes pleaded with me.
I looked away.
“I’m renting a place now. Well, technically crashing at a friend’s. He knew I had nowhere to go, offered me the keys. That’s all. And that whole ‘two hundred grand a month’ thing? That’s bullshit. You’ve got no proof. You’re accusing me of things that never happened p>
He turned to Ashton, chin lifted. “You found some wires to Wessexia. That’s it. No receipts with my name, no direct transfers. Just a theory. You’ve got nothing p>
Ashton shrugged. “You’re right. I’ve got no proof. But you’ve got an agenda, and I know it p>
Daniel’s face flushed.
He looked at me.
“Mirabelle, come on! You know me. You’ve seen me here every day. I’ve never crossed a line with you. I wouldn’t. Got no reason to p>
“I trust him,” I said.
“I trust him.” I took Ashton’s hand in mine. “He’s my husband p>