As Lillian spoke, she pulled a drawer open from beneath her desk, yanked out a thick manila folder, and ruthlessly hurled it directly at Brandon's face.
"You've wanted me dead for a long time. If Noah hadn't fallen ill and desperately needed me, I'm willing to bet that even after my three-year sentence was up, you wouldn't have let me walk out of that prison alive, would you?"
Hearing this, Brandon was genuinely bewildered.
He had shamelessly plotted to extort her algorithm shares—that was the absolute truth. He had justified it by convincing himself that, as his biological sister, Lillian owed them a piece of the pie.
They were family; they shared the same mother. Why should they split hairs over who owned what?
But when Lillian accused them of ensuring she never left prison alive, Brandon was completely lost.
During the three years Lillian was incarcerated, they had indeed followed the superstitious advice of a fortune teller. To avoid bringing 'bad luck' to the Mercer Group, they strictly avoided the prison.
That was why they had never once visited her.
Even on official visitation days, they stayed away.
However, they had paid people off specifically to ensure she was looked after.
"Lillian, you're being completely unreasonable. You have no conscience whatsoever.
You put Grandmother in a vegetative state! Do you have any idea how devastating that was for the company?
When she was around, even if she wasn't physically in the office, she was the anchor of this family. You know that better than anyone.
When she went down, everything descended into chaos. Do you have any idea how much blood, sweat, and tears it took for us to stabilize the situation?
As for the prison... we only stayed away to protect the company's future.
But we pulled strings and paid good money to make sure the guards took care of you.
You destroyed Grandmother, and we didn't even blame you for it. We paid to make your life easier, and now you accuse us of trying to kill you? It's genuinely chilling."
Lillian let out a sharp scoff. "Read the files in your hands before you keep spewing that garbage. And lower your voice—where exactly are you finding the nerve to act so self-righteous?"

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