Chapter 161

Mrs. Martin watched him for a moment longer, as if weighing his sincerity, before finally nodding.

He was right where she wanted him to be. She could smell his desperation and it was just what she wanted.

"Very well," she said softly, her voice laced with an eerie calm.

She leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she began to speak.

"Your parents’ deaths weren’t accidents, Scar. They were orchestrated—meticulously planned by someone who saw them as obstacles in his path."

Scar’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white.

Scar's eyes widened in shock because all his life his grandfather told him they died in an accident on their way to one of their mission.

"Who? " He granted clenching his fist.

"Who did this?"

She paused, taking a deliberate sip of her wine, savoring the moment before answering.

"Your grandfather," she finally said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade.

"He wanted control—over the family, over the business, over yo