I Ended My Mother’s Stolen Legacy Onstage Chapter 06
Emma’s face went deathly pale. It wasn’t the kind she could fake–no, it was as if all the blood had drained from
her face.
Mason shouted, “You’re making baseless accusations!”
He rushed forward, trying to snatch the report away, but the security guards blocked him.
The reporters rushed forward, their camera shutters clicking furiously.
Emma fixed her gaze on me. Her lips trembled, and her hoarse voice barely escaped. “Y–you’re my son?”
“You don’t remember me anymore? My name is Samuel Litt. My dad is James Litt. I was ten years old when he died. After that, you never came to visit me even once. No wonder you don’t remember what I look like.”
She stumbled backward, knocking a chair over.
Jason burst into tears as he grabbed Emma’s arm. “Mom, is he telling the truth? I didn’t actually compose that piece? Did you lie to me?”
Emma didn’t answer. She was staring at me. “What you said about the car accident. Do you have any evidence?”
“Yes.” I pulled a USB drive from the file folder and played the recording.
The mechanic’s voice rang loud and clear across the hall. “Oh, a woman came to my shop and asked me to replace the brake fluid in a red sedan. When I asked her what she wanted to replace it with, she said the kind that would be prone to failing on rainy days.
“I refused, so she asked someone else to do it. I still remember what she looked like. She was in her early 30s, tall and slim, wearing glasses. She looked a lot…”
The mechanic paused. “She looked a lot like this woman.”
A photo of Emma from her youth appeared on the screen.
Gasps and whispers spread through the hall.
“You probably thought your plan was flawless, right?” I said, “But you overlooked something important. Before Dad left that day, he saw you standing beside his car in the garage and took a photo.”
I projected that image.
Emma was standing next to Dad’s car, holding a wrench.
The date and time were visible.
“He didn’t think much of it when he took your photo on a whim. He had no idea why you messed with his car. He had no idea you were cheating on him with Mason at that time. He had no idea you were about to marry a guy who would help you rise to the top.
“All he knew was that you were supposed to support him as he attended that concert. But that support came in the form of tampering with his brakes.”
Emma’s lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but she felt as though her throat was constricted.
Mason was still screaming, “They are fake! You fabricated them!”
“Really?” I looked at him. “Then what about this?”
I played another recording.
This time, it was Mason’s voice.
“Did you make sure not to leave any trace behind? His car went off the cliff. No one will look into it, right?”
Then came Emma’s voice. “No, the entire crash site was burned beyond recognition. No one will be able to find anything.”
Mason said, “Good. Once this is over, we can finally be together openly. My father said that if you marry me, position of dean will be yours.”
