My Cousin Faked Illness to Steal My Boyfriend, He Turned the Tables Chapter 08

My Cousin Faked Illness to Steal My Boyfriend, He Turned the Tables Chapter 08

The retaliation Greyson talked about wasn’t about shouting back.

He compiled a file organizing the timelines of his kitchen’s security footage, the hidden recording from the Matthews Estate, and Iris’s online video.

Savannah contacted the fashion exhibition organizers, submitting her original sketches and creation logs.

Meanwhile, I paid a visit to the hospital Iris frequented.

I didn’t check her medical records.

Instead, I tracked down the private caregiver who used to look after her.

Hearing Iris’s name, the woman’s expression turned complicated.

“She’s not faking it entirely, but it’s nowhere near as bad as you think,” she said. “She’s lively enough most days-only plays up the symptoms a few days before appointments.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

The woman pulled an old photograph out from a cabinet drawer.

In the picture, Iris was wearing athletic gear, running a track race for her school with a bib pinned to her

chest.

The timestamp matched the exact year she supposedly faced a critical health crisis.

My hands shook slightly as I held the photo.

“Every time your family visited, everyone completely revolved around her,” the caregiver noted. “The moment she coughed, everyone panicked. Even we outsiders could tell she just loved the attention.”

I took a photo of the picture and thanked her.

When I walked out of the hospital, Savannah was waiting at the entrance.

She asked, “Hurts?”

I said, “Hurts. But also feels lighter.”

Savannah nodded. “That’s exactly how it feels the day you find out the truth.”

I looked at her. “Savannah, why didn’t you show everyone the evidence back then?”

She fell silent for a long time. “Because back then, I still wanted our parents to come around.”

The wind swept across the hospital entrance, carrying the sharp scent of disinfectant.

I suddenly realized she hadn’t lost to Iris.

She had lost to her own inability to let go of her family.

On the third day, the fashion exhibition organizers issued an official statement.

Iris’s submission was suspended due to suspected plagiarism of another artist’s original work.

The statement didn’t name Savannah.

But Iris’s online followers completely exploded.

She immediately started a livestream to cry about her grievances.

In the livestream, she sat on the hospital bed, pale as a sheet.

“I don’t know why this is happening. I just wanted to prove I could do something right.”

“If my cousins feel like I don’t deserve this, I can step down.”

“Mr. Brown, I never wanted to come between you and Hadley. I truly just looked up to you like an older

brother.”

Greyson was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

I brought the phone over to show him the stream.

He wiped his hands and took the device.

Some people in the livestream chat recognized him, and the comments began scrolling furiously.

Iris noticed him too.

Her tears fell even faster. “Mr. Brown, could you please help me explain to everyone? I really didn’t mean any

harm.”

Greyson requested a video link.

Thinking he would offer some public comfort due to the social pressure, Iris accepted the request immediately.