I Survived My Father’s Test And Took His Throne Chapter 13

I Survived My Father’s Test And Took His Throne Chapter 13

“This contains the full record of her transactions with Prince Adrian of the enemy kingdom. The timestamps, money trails, and royal server backups are all cross-verified.”

 

For the first time, Evelyn truly panicked.

 

She knew exactly what those records were.

 

To get rid of me, she had given the enemy prince the western packs’ patrol routes in exchange for untraceable wolfsbane, poison, and forged identities.

 

She had also used his channels to bribe soldiers and manufacture false evidence of my involvement with Mason.

 

Before the tablet could reach my father’s hands, she threw herself at it.

 

“Father, don’t look!”

 

Too late.

 

After my father read the records, the shock on his face slowly hardened into fury.

 

“It really was you.”

 

“Evelyn, how could you do this to Laurel? She’s your own sister!”

 

The tears on Evelyn’s face had not yet dried, but her expression turned colder and colder.

 

Then she laughed.

 

“So what if she was?”

 

“We’re both your daughters. Why was Laurel born with the best of everything?”

 

“Why did you name her first heir so early, while all I ever got were the things she didn’t want?”

 

“Why did everyone love her? Why did everyone say she was better than me?”

 

Only madness remained in her eyes.

 

“I wanted to destroy her.”

 

“I wanted to watch the royal heir turn into a prisoner anyone could trample. I wanted to watch all of you abandon her with your own hands.”

 

“Only after she died did you finally see me, didn’t you?”

 

My father clutched his chest, struggling to breathe.

 

“You’re insane.”

 

“Yes, I am!”

 

Before anyone could react, Evelyn snatched a pistol from a nearby Royal Guard’s holster and aimed it at my father.

 

“If none of you can forget her, then go join her!”

 

She pulled the trigger.

 

A tactical knife struck her wrist just as the shot went off. The bullet veered, missing my father’s chest and slamming into a stone pillar.

 

In the next instant, a man and a woman stepped in front of my father.

 

When they saw my face, the entire ballroom fell silent.

 

“Laurel!”

 

“Princess Laurel!”

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