Chapter 9: The Boy's Identity
Chapter 9: The Boy's Identity
"They aren't forged!" the boy shouted, struggling against the heavy grip of the guards. "Tell them who I am, Richard! Tell them!"
The guests murmured, cell phones quietly rising to record the unfolding spectacle.
"My name is Julian Thorne!" the boy yelled, staring defiantly at the elite crowd. "My father was Dr. Aris Thorne! The man who treated Clara the night of her accident! The man who told you she would walk again!"
Clara’s mind raced. The foundation. The charities. The galas.
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"Richard’s empire was built on your wheelchair, Clara!" Julian screamed, fighting off a guard who tried to cover his mouth. "The Clara Sterling Foundation brings in five hundred million dollars a year! It funds his corporate buyouts. It gives him political immunity. If you walked out of that hospital, he would have been just another rich man with a surviving daughter. But a tragic, paralyzed princess? That made him a god!"
The truth settled over the room like a suffocating blanket. The attendees, people who had written massive checks to the foundation, stared at Richard in horror.
