My Best Friend Had a Baby to Inherit Riches, I Exposed Her Chapter 10

My Best Friend Had a Baby to Inherit Riches, I Exposed Her Chapter 10

Garrett’s bristles flew up the moment the words 

left her mouth. 

He looked ready to personally throw her out the 

window. 

I reached out, catching his wrist, and took a deep 

breath before looking at Abby. 

“Garrett and I will cover all of the child’s medical 

expenses moving forward. An innocent life 

shouldn’t pay for your sins.” 

Garrett’s eyes widened, clearly blindsided by my 

choice. 

But a child was just a child. Abby was the monster 

here. 

Besides, given the extreme holistic bio–hacking regime Abby had subjected her body to during pregnancy, the infant’s internal organs were likely already fundamentally compromised. 

Abby gnashed her teeth, spitting venom. 

“I don’t need your fake charity…” 

I smiled coldly, interrupting her. I wasn’t a saint, and I never let a debt go unpaid. 

“As for you,” I said, tapping my phone screen. “The 

police are already downstairs.” 

“The charges against you are enough to lock you away for decades.” 

“I hope you use that time in a federal cell to reflect 

on your actions, instead of masking your malice 

behind twisted morality.” 

The words had barely left my lips when two state 

troopers walked in, cuffing her instantly. 

Abby shook her head frantically, screaming in 

denial as she was dragged down the corridor. 

I turned to the nurse who was applying gauze to 

her bleeding neck. 

“What’s your name?” I asked with a warm smile. 

The nurse blinked, caught off guard, before 

answering softly. 

“Sadie.” 

I nodded approvingly. “A beautiful name.” 

Then, with casual indifference, I added, “Thanks to 

your bravery, my children are safe.” 

“How does half a million dollars a year sound to 

become the private estate manager for my son and daughter?” 

Sadie’s face completely lit up, her voice thick with 

shock. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Dead serious,” I replied, smiling. “You can officially start once I’m discharged. For now, just focus on 

recovering here with me.” 

A few days later, Garrett carefully escorted me 

through the gates of the Sterling Estate. 

This was a massive, historic manor spanning 

generations, inherited alongside the 

multi–trillion–dollar fortune. 

The grand iron gates were breathtaking, instantly 

washing away the residual stress of the past few 

months. 

The moment we neared the main entrance, 

Garrett’s parents rushed forward with sycophantic 

smiles. 

One reached to support my arm, while the other 

scrambled to take our bags. 

His sister stood a short distance away, her face 

dark and resentful. 

“Our daughter–in–law is the absolute savior of this 

family! Come on, sit down and don’t tire yourself 

out.” 

Garrett immediately pulled me into his side, 

blocking them with a cold expression. 

“I’ve already hired a professional staff. Your 

services aren’t required.” 

Garrett’s mother offered a strained, desperate 

smile. 

“We’re blood, honey. Families don’t hold grudges 

forever.” 

She reached out, trying to clasp my hand to show 

intimacy. 

“As long as Audrey forgives us, I swear I’ll do 

whatever you want from now on.” 

Garrett let out a harsh, mocking laugh. 

“Fine. You want back into this house?” He pointed 

directly at his sister. 

“Make her get on her knees and grovel for 

forgiveness until Audrey is satisfied.” 

The sister exploded instantly. 

“Me? Grovel to her? No way in hell!” 

Garrett’s mother, seeing a sliver of hope, grabbed 

her daughter, violently forcing her downward. 

Garrett’s sister looked at her mother in absolute 

shock, unable to believe she was being sold out. 

“Mom! I’m your own daughter!” 

Seeing her daughter resist, Garrett’s mother’s face 

twisted into a vicious snarl. 

She pinched the girl’s arm with agonizing force. 

“Do it! Grovel right now! My entire future depends 

on you!” 

She began hitting and slapping her daughter. 

When the girl still refused to budge, the mother 

sank her teeth deep into her own daughter’s arm. 

Garrett’s father, losing his temper, delivered a 

brutal kick that knocked the sister flat onto the 

concrete. 

Just for a shot at wealth, the three of them had 

completely turned on each other, tearing their 

family dynamic to shreds. 

I had seen enough of this farce. Grabbing Garrett’s 

arm, I started to pull him away from the scene. 

Seeing us walk away, Garrett’s mother lunged forward, desperately clawing at his jacket sleeve. 

“Son! Please forgive me! I was just blinded by 

greed for a second!” 

“I swear I will change!” 

Garrett violently wrenched his sleeve from her grip, 

his voice ringing with absolute finality. 

“We are done. Don’t let me ever see your faces again.” 

“Security, remove these trespassers from the property.” 

Ten years flashed by in the blink of an eye, and the twins were already preparing for middle school. 

Over the decade, Garrett’s parents had tried to pop up occasionally to cause a scene. 

But Garrett handled them ruthlessly every single 

time, never letting a single piece of stress reach my plate. 

Abby was still serving her lengthy sentence in prison. 

A year into her sentence, she was clinically diagnosed with schizophrenia. 

She spent her days consumed by paranoid delusions that everyone was out to destroy her, eventually turning violent and assaulting multiple 

inmates in her cellblock. 

Her son, Toby, had passed away two years into his life. 

The poor child had been forced into the world solely to satisfy a woman’s greed, leaving before he could experience a single ounce of real beauty. 

I sat by the edge of the estate’s infinity pool, soaking in the warm afternoon sun. 

The air was filled with the beautiful, noisy chatter of my kids playing nearby. 

Garrett leaned down, pressing a tender kiss right between my brows. 

I smiled, wrapped in the profound warmth of a life that finally felt complete.