He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 15

He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 15

The handwritten medical journal inside the wooden box was the sole inheritance my mother had

left me.

Its pages were heavily yellowed, the edges worn thin and frayed from decades of handling. Inside were recorded various traditional herbal formulas, along with extensive clinical notes from her youth when she practiced medicine in the remote border regions.

With that single accusation from Chloe, the crowd that had begun to disperse immediately

swarmed back into the auditorium.

Mrs. Campbell looked as though she had just found a lifeline.

“I knew it! No wonder she was so quick to pull up files and evidence-turns out her own closet is

full of skeletons too!”

Daisy charged over furiously.

“Say that one more time and see what happens!”

Mrs. Campbell instantly scrambled behind a row of theater seats.

Even while restrained by the MPs, Chloe’s voice grew increasingly shrill and piercing.

“Ava Bennett, your mother was formally reported decades ago for unlawfully hoarding confidential medical manuscripts! Do you dare deny it?!”

I fixed my eyes on her.

“Who fed you that story?”

She smirked.

“Are you terrified now?”

Ethan marched over immediately. “Chloe, shut your mouth!”

Chloe turned her glare onto him.

“Oh, you know all about it too, don’t you? Your father explicitly mentioned the Bennett family’s past years ago. You only married her because the Bennett family held a massive debt of gratitude over the Miller family’s head!”

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the back of a nearby chair.

It wasn’t because my knees were weak.

it was because I was fighting the sheer urge to lift that chair and smash it right across his face.

“Ethan Miller, is what she’s saying the truth?”

His voice sounded incredibly choked.

“Ava, that old history has absolutely nothing to do with our marriage.”

“I asked you a simple question,” I demanded, my voice cold as ice. “Is it the truth?”

He dropped his head in silence.

The entire auditorium fell into a profound hush.

Daisy’s eyes turned bright red with anger.

“So your family knew about Ava’s family history all along, and you used that to orchestrate an arranged marriage?!”

Ethan panicked. “It wasn’t like that!”

“Then what was it?” I asked.

“Your mother saved my father’s life out in the field back then,” he muttered. “My family simply

wanted to ensure you were fully taken care of.”

I let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Taken care of to the point of forging my signature to steal my home?”

The last drop of color drained from his face.

Chloe seized the opportunity to sneer, “Ava Bennett, stop playing the absolute victim here. The

only reason you were ever able to marry a Major like Ethan was because of your mother’s old

favors.”

I turned around to face her fully.

“You claim my mother’s medical journal has legal issues. Where is your proof?”

“I have concrete leads,” she snapped.

“Then produce them right now.”

She fell silent, her lips tightly pressed together.

I took a step closer to her.

‘If you can’t produce them, then this is malicious defamation.”

Chloe grit her teeth hard.

“Your mother received a rare master copy of a manuscript from an elderly traditional physician

back in the day. That physician’s surviving family tracked her down later to demand its return, but she refused to hand it over!”

“Give me a name,” I challenged.

She faltered.

“Which physician? What year? Who came to demand it?” I pressed relentlessly.

Beads of cold sweat began to form on her forehead.

Mrs. Campbell chimed in, desperately trying to keep the accusation afloat.

“It happened ages ago! Who could possibly remember every single detail so clearly?”

Daisy immediately snapped back, “If you don’t have the details clear, how dare you open your mouth to slander a dead woman?!”

Secretary Smith stepped up to my side.

“Ava, the General states that the matter regarding the medical journal can be fully audited alongside the current case. Clearing it up systematically will restore your mother’s pristine reputation once and for all.”

I nodded firmly.

“Audit it.”

Ethan looked at me with deep desperation. “Ava…”

I didn’t even grant him a glance.

“Since Chloe chose to bring this up, we will investigate it to the absolute bottom. That includes a thorough audit of exactly how the Miller family arranged this marriage with the Bennett family in the first place

His face turned completely ghastly.

Chloe hadn’t expected me to agree so readily to a full investigation. She began to panic.

“Do you honestly think the Vance family can shield you forever?!” she snarled.

“I don’t need anyone to shield me,” I replied coldly. “I simply need you to finish what you started.”

Secretary Smith signaled the MPs to escort Chloe out.

As she passed by me, she leaned in and hissed in a low, venomous whisper, “Ava Bennett, if they truly dig into that journal, you might not be able to survive the fallout.”

I looked straight through her.

“Worry about surviving your own fallout first.”

She was dragged out of the auditorium.

Ethan remained standing right in front of me.

“Ava, I can help you navigate the audit regarding the medical journal.”

“Help me, or keep tabs on me?” I asked bitterly.

He looked as though he had been struck.

“Please don’t treat me like your enemy.’

“You already chose your side three years ago.”

“I had no idea Chloe possessed those old allegations.”

“You knew all about the shadow hanging over my mother’s past, yet you chose to keep me completely in the dark for three entire years.”

His throat worked heavily.

“I… I was afraid it would break your heart.”

I looked at him, feeling nothing but profound disgust.

“Ethan Miller, you were never afraid of breaking my heart. You were terrified that if I found out the

truth, I would refuse to remain the quiet, obedient little chess piece your family arranged me to

be.”

He shook his head frantically.

“No, that’s not true!”

I walked away, refusing to hear another syllable.

Secretary Smith escorted me out of the building.

Just outside the auditorium gates, General Caldwell’s official sedan was parked. The General didn’t

step out, but he instructed Secretary Smith to hand me a thick manila envelope.

“The General wishes to inform you that your mother saved far more lives than just the Miller family back then,” Secretary Smith said softly.

I unsealed the envelope.

Inside lay a black-and-white photograph from decades ago.

In the photo, my mother was wearing a pristine white lab coat, standing proudly in front of a rustic, basic clinic out in the borderlands. A row of grateful elders stood beside her.

The elderly man standing right in the center was holding a thick, leather-bound manuscript.

On the back of the photograph, a line of elegant handwriting was preserved:

Gifted to Clara Bennett. May this journal preserve knowledge and save countless more lives.

Clara Bennett was my mother’s name.

Holding the photograph tightly, I turned my head to look at Ethan.

The absolute shock on his face was impossible to hide.

He hadn’t known about this piece of history either.

General Caldwell’s deep, authoritative voice carried clearly from the open car window.

“Ava, your mother never owed a single debt to anyone. It is the world that owes an immeasurable

debt to her.”

Those words slammed into Ethan’s pride harder than any physical blow ever could.

Daisy covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face in silence.

Mrs. Wagner wiped her eyes, her face filled with profound respect.

Mrs. Campbell slunk back into the crowd, completely unable to lift her head.

Ethan stared blankly at the photograph, his voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible.

“Ava… I am so sorry.”

I carefully tucked the photograph back into the envelope.

“Save your apology. That belongs at my mother’s grave, not here.”

He took a desperate step forward.

I stepped back immediately.

“Stay away from me.”

I climbed into the General’s sedan.

As the heavy car door clicked shut, I could hear Ethan shouting my name from outside the tinted glass.

“Ava Bennett! I will personally investigate every detail of this!”

I didn’t offer a single word of response.

As the sedan cleared the main base gates, Secretary Smith’s radio suddenly crackled to life.

He listened to the report for a few seconds, and his expression darkened significantly.

“Ava, the transit detail reports that during her transfer, Chloe claimed she left a secondary package behind. She stated it will be delivered straight to the hospital pharmacy tonight.”

I looked at him. “What kind of package?”

Secretary Smith looked back at me with immense gravity.

“Something specifically engineered to utterly destroy your late mother’s medical reputation.”