Chapter 260

Sophia Lowell's tears spilled over as her entire body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

She knew she was finished.

Utterly and completely finished.

Those who had once flattered her now rushed to trample her underfoot.

Why?

They were the ones who had insisted she was the seventh daughter of the Lowell family!

"Sophia Lowell, you—!"

Vincent Lowell's fingers shook violently, his voice thick with barely contained fury.

He didn't even dare glance at Richard Langley's expression.

This audacious girl had dared to impersonate the seventh daughter of the Lowell family at Harvard University!

Even worse, she had been exposed in front of the entire faculty, student body, and the Lowell family!

His wheelchair lurched forward as Vincent raised his hand and struck Sophia across the face.

Slap!

The sharp sound of the blow echoed through the auditorium.

Sophia staggered back, a trickle of blood seeping from her lip before she collapsed to the floor in disgrace.

"Apologize now!" Vincent's voice was a low growl of suppressed rage.

His chest ached so fiercely he could barely breathe.

Clutching her cheek, Sophia knelt on the ground, sobbing. "I'm sorry... But I never claimed to be her! They were the ones who assumed it!"

"It's all their fault!"

Lydia Montgomery exploded at those words.

She couldn't accept that she had bet on the wrong horse.

To curry favor with Sophia, she had alienated Isabella Valentine—and now she had offended the Lowells too?

"Sophia, have you no shame?" Lydia's face twisted into a hysterical snarl. "You were the one dropping hints! The penthouse at Symphony Heights, the forged donation records—all you!"

Dr. Gregory Evans added coldly, "The donation records were indeed falsified. Sophia wasn't even the second-highest donor."

Lydia shrieked, "She forged them herself!"

Then her voice cut off abruptly.

As if struck by a horrifying realization, she turned stiffly toward Evelyn Laurent, her voice trembling. "E-Evelyn... That hundred-million donation—was it yours?"

Evelyn stood at the center of the crowd, a cold smile curling her lips. "Yes."

Only two students in the Physics Department shared the surname Laurent.

The answer was undeniable.

Lydia stumbled back, her face ashen. "So... you're the real seventh daughter of the Lowell family?"

"We were all fooled! Ha! Every single one of us—by Sophia!"

Her hysterical laughter broke off as her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the floor.

"Call the medics! Someone fainted!"

Chaos erupted in the hall.

But Lydia's words detonated like a bomb among the crowd.

Evelyn Laurent... was the true seventh daughter of the Lowell family?!