"Who are you?" Quincy tightened her grip on her bracelet. She'd never seen this man in all of Ocean City's elite circles—yet the murderous aura rolling off him made her palms go cold. Jensen's gaze shifted toward the stranger as well, his eyes narrowing. "And you are?" "You don't need to know who I am." His voice was calm, almost lazy. "The real issue here is whether Ms. Natalie was abused, isn't it?" One line—just one—and the entire room's attention snapped back to Natalie. At that moment, the Summers family butler was escorted in. The second Sharon saw him, her expression darkened. "You work for my family," she said sharply. "Don't you dare betray us just because someone waved a little cash in your face." In one breath, she tried to discredit the butler before he'd even spoken. Natalie had to admit—when it came to shameless tactics, she'd never be able to compete with Sharon Summers. The butler stepped forward, face flushing with anger. "Sharon, you threatened my son's life to force me to keep serving your family! Five years ago, I watched you whip Ms. Natalie with my own eyes. I swear on my life, everything in that video is real! After Ms. Natalie's identity was exposed, she wanted to leave on her own. You—Sharon—couldn't accept the fact that you'd lived in hardship for eighteen years. You insisted on locking her in the basement to torture her. And Mr. and Mrs. Summers agreed. If she hadn't escaped when she did… she'd already be dead." "Liar!" Quincy cut in before Sharon could explode. "You've always favored Natalie. You were probably having an affair with her—that's why you're here defending her! Isn't that right?" The butler trembled with fury—but he couldn't find words to fight back.The man in the suit gave a soft, icy laugh. "Mrs. Summers, you're certainly skilled with your tongue. In that case, why don't we show everyone a bit of the Summers family's daily life?" "What?" Quincy choked. Her fingers tightened so hard her bracelet snapped with a clean crack. The man lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. A new series of videos lit up the screen—actual day-to-day surveillance footage from the Summers estate. Clip after clip revealed Sharon and her parents sitting around like the picture of a loving family…except everything they discussed was Natalie. "That little bitch Natalie. I swear, I'm gonna make her suffer eighteen years to pay me back." Sharon's face in the video was twisted with hate. "Do whatever you want with her. We won't interfere," Quincy said flatly in another clip. "She lived off our family for eighteen years. It's time she repaid the debt. If hurting her makes you happy, then her existence hasn't been a waste."Jordan Summers—Natalie's supposed father—said nothing to object. Not once. The moment these clips played, the room went berserk. "Are they even human? You don't treat a dog raised for eighteen years like that." "God… Natalie's lucky she's still alive." The murmurs swelled like a rising storm. Sharon panicked. She grabbed Jensen's arm, eyes flooding with tears. "Jensen, it's not true. Please—you have to believe me. Please!” Jensen's face tightened. He remembered every scar on Natalie's back. He remembered the doctor quietly telling him that if it weren't for the sea salt, she would've died of infection—and that because of that same salt, the scars would never fade unless she underwent skin grafts. And now, those scars matched everything being shown right in front of him.His grip on Sharon's wrist tightened until his knuckles whitened. "Tell me the truth," he said, voice shaking with rage. "Did you do it?" "I didn't!" Sharon sobbed. "Jensen, how could you even think that? Do you really believe I could be that cruel?" Jensen frowned. No. Sharon couldn't be that kind of person. She couldn't. Five years ago, if she hadn't donated her rib, he would've died—even if Natalie had found the Witch Doctor in time. Thinking of that, he stepped forward and shielded Sharon behind him like she was something fragile. Then he turned to Natalie. His emotions twisted in his eyes—guilt, confusion, exhaustion. She shouldn't have come today.If she'd just stayed away, none of this would be happening. His gaze hardened to ice. "Natalie, what the hell are you trying to pull?" His voice dropped low with warning. "This is Luke Corp's product launch, not your personal stage. Out of respect for our past, I'm telling you—leave now. And we'll pretend none of this happened." Natalie stared at him. She was surprised. Yet… not really. The man who once demanded answers about her scars—who once vowed revenge on whoever hurt her—had died the moment he secretly married Sharon. Something burned in her throat. But before she could speak, the suited man cut in again. “Mr. Luke, I've already sent the footage to the police. The truth will come out soon.""And who the hell are you to interfere in our event?" Jensen snapped, barely holding onto his temper. "Why are you even here?" The man didn't flinch. "Just a nobody who can't stand watching injustice. And since you're so proud of this launch… let's check whether Ms. Sharon is truly the designer Sunny." "What do you mean?" "Are you implying Sharon isn't Sunny?" "Didn't Mr. Luke confirm it himself?" Buzz. Buzz. The room erupted again. Jensen's expression twisted instantly. Natalie's scars? Fine. He could bury that scandal. Pay a settlement.Buy silence. Do damage control. But if Sharon wasn't Sunny— She was finished. And the product launch—his precious launch—would collapse with her. He turned sharply to Natalie, voice dropping into a cold threat. "Natalie, we've known each other five years. Do you really want to take things this far? You know how hard I've worked for this day. I get that you're angry about being excluded. You've made your point. Now stop. Don't go any further—because if you push me, I will get angry." His eyes narrowed. He knew she loved him. He knew how much she'd given up for him. And he knew—deep down—how much she feared upsetting him. So after everything…Surely she'd back off. …Right?