Robert and Oralia stared at her phone, completely stunned. "What... How is this possible?" they stammered. The report was clear. Charles had been poisoned. The poison came from inside his own home. Someone had been mixing a slow-acting toxin into his adult meals for a long time. His "accident" was no accident at all—it was planned. And now, they had the proof. "So the puppet master is still in the Myers family," Oralia muttered, thinking out loud. "Is it Arthur? He's the one who benefited the most when Mr. Charles Myers fell. He got control of the entire family." She frowned, puzzled. "But the family would have been his eventually anyway. Why would he do something like this?" "Whoever it is, their goal was to remove Mr. Charles Myers from the picture," Chloe said, her voice low. "If Arthur weren't by his side right now, Mr. Charles Myers would already be dead. He can't die yet." Her expression turned grim. She owed Charles a debt. Now that he was in danger, she would help him—just this one time. She also had her own reasons. She needed him to answer a question face-to-face. She needed to know the truth about the man from that night. She had a strong feeling that Charles knew the man wasn't Arthur. Getting involved in this was risky. It would drag her deeper into the Myers family's mess... But so be it. She had to face it sooner or later. Why be afraid now? Charles helped her out back in the day. If he hadn't jumped in to save her, she might be dead now. This was paying him back for his favor. As for his blind grandson, they were done with each other. Let him sort himself out. By her calculations, Zachary should have finished his work by now. *****At an upscale steakhouse downtown, Arthur adjusted his suit. He had dressed with extra care tonight, sharp and crisp. Before leaving, he'd even sprayed on cologne. He had asked Donald to specially order a bouquet of Frankfurt perfume roses. When the flowers arrived, he placed them carefully on the table. He had booked the entire restaurant for the evening. What should have been a busy dinner hour was now quiet and empty, the whole room set up for a warm, romantic atmosphere. Arthur checked his watch. Only three minutes until the meeting time he had his lawyer arrange. Chloe would come. She had to—unless she was willing to give up custody of Robert. As the father, he had the right to fight for his son. Even if Chloe hated the idea, she would have to agree to remarry for Robert's sake. And if she did, he promised himself he would treat her well. He would give her all his attention.Arthur straightened his posture, sitting even taller. The moment Chloe walked in, he wanted her to see him at his best—handsome, composed, impossible to ignore. He was Arthur, her husband. He wanted her to see how remarkable he was. A slight smile touched his lips. He took a deep breath. The rich scent of roses filled the air, thick and intoxicating. He thought Chloe would like it. He vaguely remembered her once arranging a similar bouquet at the Myers Manor. Back then, she had told him the roses were beautiful. He had glanced at them and said, "They're just flowers," before walking upstairs. He shouldn't have done that. She had probably spent a long time preparing everything, maybe even cooked dinner. He hadn't eaten it. Worse, he had been so casual, so dismissive. Arthur felt a pang of regret. He had ignored her then. Now, he would make it up to her. The door pushed open. His heart jumped. He looked up eagerly toward the entrance.He fixed a sincere smile on his face, ready to greet Chloe. But it wasn't her. Instead, the two lawyers he had hired for the custody case walked in. They peeked inside cautiously. When their eyes met Arthur's, a flicker of fear crossed their faces. One of them even took an involuntary step backward. Arthur caught sight of this scene. He froze mid-rise from his chair. The two lawyers approached him. They looked tense, their steps uneasy. "Mr. Myers," one began, his face tight with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. We can't proceed with your case." "What are you talking about?" Arthur's gaze sharpened. Annoyance flashed in his eyes. "This matter is beyond our capabilities. We aren't qualified to handle a case like this. I've already submitted my resignation. My apologies." The lawyer lowered his head. "You—""Mr. Myers, I couldn't find a legal angle to argue. That's my failure. I won't charge you for my time, and I can no longer represent you. I'm sorry. I overestimated my abilities." The second lawyer spoke quickly, then turned and walked away before Arthur could even respond. The remaining lawyer was the top legal mind at Myers Group. And he had just said the same thing. Arthur couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at the man who had just announced his resignation, his anger beginning to boil over.