Chapter 1424

Dylan was still poring over the piece of paper as if he couldn’t make head nor tail of the scrawled

words. But he heard every word Beck uttered, each one stinging his eardrums, leaving him with no

grounds for rebuttal. This was a paternity test Beck had worked on overnight, the results of which he

guarded closely, leaving no room for deceit. Maja was the lost little princess of the Sanders clan, his

own flesh and blood sister. Dylan’s fingers tightened around the paper, as if trying to imprint the words

into his skin. His eyes stung, his mind a fog of disbelief. Beck took a deep breath, his voice growing

hoarser. “If you’re still going to coddle Judith as she wreaks havoc, then I’ve got nothing to say. This is

our comeuppance. We knew well enough that Maja and Ian were an item, yet we let Judith interfere.

Who would’ve thought Maja was our true sister? Dylan, isn’t this some twisted irony?” Beck couldn’t

help but find it absurd. Since last night, his defenses had been breached time and time again. The

shenanigans they got up to back in Greenfield were dumb enough, but Dylan continued his mad ways

in North America, obsessing over Maja. Had they arrived even a moment later the previous night,

Dylan would have sent his own sister to sleep with the fishes, forever at the bottom of the river. And all

for what? A phony. Beck inhaled sharply and dialed Judith’s number. Judith hesitated at the sight of his

incoming call but answered after a few seconds. Beck cut to the chase. “Judith, what kind of love potion

have you fed my big brother? He’s totally under your spell.” Judith was still in the dark about how much

Beck knew regarding Maja’s identity, so she treaded carefully. “Beck, I thought you were calling to

apologize for that kick last night. You nearly killed me. Don’t you feel the slightest guilt? After all, you’ve

doted on me for years.” “Judith, I’ve uncovered Maja’s true identity, but Dylan is adamant about

bringing you back home.” Judith’s defenses crumbled at that statement, but the next sentence sent her

soaring with excitement! “Beck, are you serious?” “Yeah, even mom’s on your side. Now everyone

knows Maja is the real daughter of the Sanders family, and yet they still want to bring you back into the

fold. But I won’t acknowledge you. You disgust me.” Judith’s lips curled up. What did Beck’s opinion

matter? The lion’s share of the Sanders family stock was in Dylan’s hands. He called the shots. “Judith,

I know you orchestrated those events. You might fool Dylan and mom, but not me.” “Beck, I have no

clue what you’re talking about.” “It doesn’t matter if you’re clueless. Just know this: your blood will

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never be as noble as Maja’s. You’re nothing but a foundling, a mongrel. And now your video is

circulating in our circles. Maja will rise as the esteemed Ms. Sanders, while you? You’re just a maggot

in the gutter!” Judith’s facade shattered with those words, her emotions surging uncontrollably. The

price she’d paid was colossal. She’d wanted to eliminate Maja for good, but Maja had survived. Who

wouldn’t go mad in her shoes? Plus, Dylan hadn’t come to her last night, fueling her rage. “Beck, who

do you think you are? Even if Maja comes back, so what? If Dylan and Mom don’t accept her, one word

from me and Dylan will keep targeting her. And at this critical juncture, do you think Maja

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would want to acknowledge you? I know her too well. She’s vindictive. Once she learns how Dylan

nearly killed her time and again, she won’t want to return to the Sanders family. She’ll just find you all

repulsive. Besides, didn’t you two help me break her and Ian up back in Greenfield? Now she’s all

lovey-dovey with Ian; she’d never come back to suffer in the Sanders household. Hah.” This was the

bitter truth. It also revealed that she’d known Maja’s identity all along and had simply been using Dylan.

“Judith, aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Dylan all this?” “Beck, haven’t you figured it out? With just one tear,

Dylan listens to me. You, his own brother, have to step aside. You’ll never measure up to me in his

heart.” Judith’s smugness grew as she spoke, convinced Beck’s call was nothing but impotent fury, a

clown’s tantrum. And now, with Dylan about to bring her back into the Sanders fold, she wasn’t worried

about Beck. With the masks torn off, there was no need for pretenses. Little did she know that Beck

had put her on speakerphone. Every word Judith uttered was heard by everyone in the room. Without a

word, Beck ended the call and placed the phone in Dylan’s palm. No further words were necessary. If

Dylan couldn’t see the light now, he was unworthy of the Sanders name.

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