"It's fine. Just tell me how you really feel about Kyla. No matter what you say, I won't blame you." With Russell's promise, Darell noticed his father's attitude toward Kyla had changed. That could only mean Russell had sensed something. After a pause, Darell decided to finally speak his mind. "Dad, you know acting is my greatest passion. For that reason, I can read people better than most. I can tell when someone is pretending. "When I'm around Kyla, when I see her smile, I often feel like she's putting on an act. It doesn't always feel real. "Of course, sometimes she is sincere. But other times, I feel like she's only playing the role of the perfect sister, the daughter everyone adores in this family. "As for the real Kyla, she hides herself deep inside, never letting us see it. "Everyone has secrets, even family. I understand that. But I believe Kyla is hiding more than we ever imagined." For the first time, Darell let out the thoughts he had carried for years. In the past, if he had said this to anyone in the family, they would've thought he'd lost his mind. How could he doubt Kyla—the sweet, innocent sister they all trusted? But this time, Russell wore a strange look on his face after he listened. "Dad, what happened? If this were before, you would've scolded me right away." Now Darell was certain—Russell must have discovered some of Kyla's secrets. Russell sighed. "I don't have solid proof yet. Give me some time. When I know for sure, I'll tell you." Just as he finished, Russell's phone rang. He pulled it out, glanced at the caller ID, and his heart thudded. Russell was so anxious that he nearly dropped the phone. It was Kol Field, the very man Russell had once sent to investigate how the scandal of his daughter being switched at birth went viral."Dad?" Darell stepped forward. Russell quickly raised a hand, stopping him. "I need to take this call." He drew in a deep breath, turned his back to Darell, and pressed the button to answer. "Hello? Kol, calling me at this hour, does it mean you've found the answer to what I asked you to investigate?" "Yes, Mr. Jenson. Are you able to take a video call now? After I found him and heard the truth, I knew I had to report to you right away." The urgency in Kol's voice made Russell's heart sink. Something bad had to have happened. He already had a guess, but he still sighed quietly. "Alright, connect the call." When the screen switched to video, Russell saw Kol standing with a man trembling on his knees behind him—Stan. Russell's voice was icy. "Mr. Read, long time no see." "M-Mr. Jenson!"Stan looked like a terrified rat, shaking all over. "Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I was wrong! I was wrong. I should never have helped Ms. Kyla to frame Ms. Tilda! Please don't silence me. Spare my life! I swear on all my family—I won't tell anyone. I'll keep my mouth shut!" What?! Even though Russell had already braced himself, hearing Stan confess still hit like a hammer. It was Kyla. She was the one who had set it all up. She made everyone believe lies about Tilda, dragging Tilda's name through the mud. Russell had a hard time accepting the truth. His chest filled with grief, guilt, and unbearable pain. How could she? Kyla was his daughter! They had never treated her poorly. Why would she stoop to such a cruel and dirty trick? Why destroy Tilda, making Russell believe the lies, forcing Tilda to leave in despair?Russell thought of that day, when Kyla had cried her heart out, screaming with guilt. Not a trace of it had seemed fake. The memory now sent an icy chill through him. A cold dread surged up from the depths of his heart. The chill sank so deep, it froze him from the inside out, reaching all the way to his bones. Terrifying! This girl is terrifying. The Kyla everyone thought was innocent, kind, and pure had fooled them for years. Nobody had seen her true face. Russell had been too blind, too naïve. He had never really known this daughter—not once. Instead, he had thought he'd adopted an angel who had saved their family. Disgusting! He felt sick with himself, ashamed to the point of tears. Behind him, Darell caught pieces of the conversation.He couldn't hear it all, but one word stood out clear as day—Kyla.