I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 200: The Mystery Of Cora’s Confession

Chapter 200: The Mystery Of Cora’s Confession

"Ms Spade, Miss Chadwick." A sharp call sliced through the tense atmosphere, interrupting their silent battle of wills. Both women turned to see the competition’s director striding towards them, her expression serious.

"Ladies," the director said, her voice crisp and professional, "could you please come with me? There has been a...development I need to discuss with you in private."

Lyse and Brooke exchanged a wary glance before following the director to her office. Inside, a police officer stood waiting, his presence adding a layer of gravity to the already tense situation.

Lyse felt a surge of relief. She had been waiting for this moment, anticipating Cora’s confession, the exposure of Brooke’s treachery. She was confident that Cora, now conscious, would finally reveal the truth about why she had done what she did.

"Good morning, Officer," Lyse greeted the policeman, her voice calm and composed.

"Good morning, Ms Spade," the officer replied, his tone neutral. "Ms. Chadwick."

"I understand that Cora has regained consciousness," Lyse said, her gaze fixed on the officer. "How is she feeling, has she...spoken?"

The officer nodded. "Yes, she has. And that is what I’m here to discuss with you both."

Lyse braced herself, ready to hear the confirmation of Brooke’s guilt. She glanced at Brooke, who stood beside her, her face carefully blank. But Lyse could see the tension in her posture, the slight tremor in her hands.

"Cora has stated that she acted alone," the officer explained, his voice even. "She claims that she stole Ms. Chadwick’s garment and planted it in Ms. Spade’s room of her own volition. She insists that no one asked her to do it."

Lyse’s heart sank. She stared at the officer in disbelief, her mind struggling to process his words. Cora had confessed, but not in the way she had expected. She had taken all the blame, shielding Brooke from any repercussions.

"Are you sure?" Lyse asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Are you sure she was not pressured into saying that?"

"We have questioned her extensively," the officer replied. "She is adamant that she acted independently."

Lyse felt a wave of confusion wash over her. She had known with certainty that Brooke was behind it all and Cora had been about to point her finger at her. Cora’s confession, or lack thereof, threw everything into doubt.

The officer turned to Lyse and Brooke. "Ms. Chadwic, Ms. Spade," he said, "do you wish to press charges against Cora?"

Brooke, who had been listening intently, her face carefully neutral, spoke quickly. "Oh no," she said, her voice humble and contrite. "I...I don’t want to press charges. Cora has already suffered enough, losing the chance to compete for her actions. I think it is time to put this behind us."

Lyse stared at Brooke, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe her ears. Brooke, who had been so eager to involve the police when she thought she had the upper hand, was now suddenly so magnanimous. It didn’t make sense.

"I don’t know if my sister is going to be that generous though." Brooke said and turned to look at Lyse with pleading eyes. "I know that she hurt her feelings Lyse, but please don’t punish Cora harshly."

Lyse stared at Brooke and gritted her teeth in anger. She knew without a doubt that Brooke had done something to make Cora shut up. She might have fooled the others in the room with her acting, but Lyse was not fooled.

"I agree," Lyse said slowly, her gaze fixed on Brooke. "I don’t want to press charges either."

She knew something was wrong. She had seen the fear in Cora’s eyes, the desperation in her voice. She had sensed the tension between Cora and Brooke. She was convinced that Brooke was involved, but she couldn’t prove it.

The officer nodded. "Very well then," he said. "If neither of you wishes to press charges, then we will consider the matter closed."

He turned and left the office, leaving Lyse and Brooke alone. The director excused herself, leaving them in an awkward silence.

Brooke turned to Lyse, a smug smile spreading across her face. "Well, Lyse," she said, her voice dripping with triumph. "Looks like you didn’t win this round after all."

Lyse met Brooke’s gaze, her expression unreadable. She was still trying to piece together what had just happened. How had Brooke managed to silence Cora? What hold did she have over her?

"You can’t beat me, Lyse," Brooke continued, her voice laced with mockery. "You never could. And you never will."

She turned and walked away, leaving Lyse standing there, her mind filled with questions. She watched Brooke go, her brow furrowed. She knew that Brooke was hiding something, that she was somehow involved in Cora’s change of heart. But she couldn’t figure out what it was.

She thought back to Cora’s face, the fear, the desperation. She had looked like she was about to expose Brooke, but then, she had suddenly changed her mind. What had happened? What had Brooke said to her?

Lyse sighed. She knew she might never get the answers she was looking for. But she also knew that she could not let Brooke get away with this. She had to find a way to expose her, to reveal the truth. She just didn’t know how.

Then she remembered that Brooke’s desperation would lead her to do something stupid and when she did, she would be right there to catch her red handed. This time she would not allow her get away with it.

She left the office, her mind still preoccupied with the mystery of Cora’s confession. She knew that she had to be careful. Brooke was cunning, manipulative, and she would not hesitate to use any means necessary to win. Lyse had to be smarter, stronger, and more determined than ever before. The competition was far from over, and she knew that Brooke would stop at nothing to win. She had to be prepared. She had to be ready.