Murder the Real Heir

Belinda, hearing this, hurriedly covered Megan's mouth. "Megan, don't say that…"

"Why should she cling to the Parker family like this? Doesn't she have any parents?" Megan's anger escalated. "She's nothing but a thief. It's time she knows what it's like to be out on the streets, getting mistreated!"

Despite the insults, I maintained a gentle smile. I glanced at Megan, my high-fashion gown contrasting sharply with her casual jeans and T-shirt, making her look even more out of place and shabby.

Megan jumped up again, furious. "What are you so smug about? You stole my life…"

Suddenly, Dylan, seated at the head of the table, slammed his cane down with a heavy thud.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Dylan had single-handedly built the Parker family's empire. Even though he was past his prime, he still exuded a commanding presence. When he was angry, the entire Parker family trembled.

Megan fell silent, clearly intimidated.

"If she's back, then she should be properly cared for. Riley has contributed a lot to the Parker family over the years and is half a Parker now. Of course, she should stay," Dylan declared.

Vincent nodded in agreement. "Yes."

Dylan shifted his tone. "However, this matter should not be made public just yet. With the media constantly watching the Parker family, revealing this now could impact the company's stock prices. Riley's career is just getting on track, and no one should interfere."

Megan shot me a glare as sharp as a blade.

"She's not really a Parker. Why should she inherit our family's business?" Megan pressed aggressively.

My aunt, relishing the drama, added fuel to the fire. "Riley has done a lot for the Parker family over the years. It's only right she inherits the business!"

Megan's face turned a mottled shade of red and purple, like a flashing light. Despite Belinda's attempts to calm her, she only shook with rage, her frustration almost comical.

Dylan, in a rare display of fury, shattered a cup on the floor. The sharp crack echoed through the hall as he said coldly, "I'm about to lose my patience with all of you!"

Vincent, ever decisive, slapped Megan hard across the face. The force of the blow sent her head sideways, leaving her face red and swollen, looking like a bruised mess.

"Dad, she just came back. We'll make sure to discipline her properly," Vincent said, trying to appease Dylan with a sheepish grin.

Dylan snorted in disdain and got up to leave. "This farce is over. You all need to get out. I don't want this Parker Villa tainted with your nonsense."

As everyone rose to see Dylan off, I stood as well. Dylan gave me one last penetrating look before striding out without another word.

Megan finally reacted to the sudden slap, crying and protesting, "Why did Dad hit me? In TV dramas, parents are always happy to find their lost daughters. But Dad—he's so heartless! Mom, you need to stand up for me!"

Belinda sighed in frustration, rubbing her temples. "Alright, alright. Let's just go home and sort this out."