When N saw the so–called “evidence” on rk’s phone, her eyes filled with sarcasm. “So, based on this chat screenshot, you’ve decided it was me?”


    “That’s not all,” rk replied, his tone cold. “There’s also a recording.”


    He yed the recording right in front of N.


    As she listened, she finally understood–it was all a setup, specifically designed to frame her. She couldn’t figure out what the person behind this stood to gain.


    “This voice does sound a lot like mine,” N said calmly. “However, if you take it to a forensicb, you’ll see it’s been fabricated.”


    rk’s gaze was full of disappointment as he looked at her. “I gave you the evidence you asked for, but you’re still denying it? N, when did you be so malicious?”


    “Is it that I’m malicious, or that you want to believe I am? You didn’t even bother to have this recording or the chat logs authenticated, yet you’ve decided it was me. If I really wanted to leak Jordyn’s pregnancy, would I leave such obvious evidence for you to find?” N retorted.


    Anyone with a bit ofmon sense could see she was being framed, but rk was determined to believe she was the culprit.


    He was silent for a few moments. When Michael first sent him the evidence, he had his doubts too. The problem was that someone had to take the fall for this.


    “N, I’ve already promised you that Jordyn won’t threaten your position. Because of this, my grandfather has lost all faith in me. If I don’t handle this properly, I will lose my inheritance and my right to the Sumner Group,” rk said.


    “So?” N asked coldly, waiting to hear just how shameless he could be.


    “If you tell my grandparents that you can’t have children and wanted a child, and that’s why I turned to Jordyn…” rk borated.


    N pped him hard across the face, trembling with rage. “rk, you’re utterly despicable!”


    She was shaking with fury, unable to believe he would make such an outrageous suggestion.


    A handprint bloomed on rk’s face, and his gaze turned icy. “Did I say something wrong? If it weren’t for your infertility, would I have strayed?”


    As his words hung in the air, the hallway fell into a heavy silence. Hurt shed across N’s eyes, and rk felt a pang of guilt.


    “N, I didn’t mean-” he began.


    “Enough!” she interrupted, her voice cold and indifferent. “I don’t want to hear any more.”


    rk looked down, his tone subdued. “We’re both a bit emotional right now. I’lle back to discuss this When you’ve calmed down.”Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    N didn’t respond or look at him. She just stared at the floor, her face expressionless.


    With a sigh, rk turned and left.


    Back home, N called Damon. “Uncle Damon, was it you who leaked the news about Jordyn’s pregnancy?”


    There was a brief pause on the other end before Damon’s deep voice responded. “No. Why do you ask?”


    “No reason, just curious. You’re probably busy, so I won’t keep you.” She quickly ended the call, realizing that if Damon had been responsible, he wouldn’t have bothered to create fake evidence. In her haste, she had overlooked this detail.


    The only people who knew about Jordyn’s pregnancy and would go to such lengths to frame her were Jordyn and Cindy.


    Cindy was aware of rk’s precarious position in the Sumner Group and wouldn’t have leaked the news herself.


    That left only one suspect.