He Chose Her, But I Inherited His Empire Chapter 17

He Chose Her, But I Inherited His Empire Chapter 17

“I was the one who misunderstood the facts and blamed

her.”

The online comments kept refreshing, a blur of shock and

confusion.

Blair looked up at my father, her eyes brimming with

tears.

He didn’t stop.

“For all these years, I was the one in the wrong.

“I took the pain of Helena’s disappearance out

Genevieve. When she needed her father most, I should never have used Blair to replace her.” –

After the livestream ended, only family insiders remained in the hall.

My father turned to the advisors and capos.

“Genevieve is Ricci’s only direct bloodline. Her name and her protection were never something anyone else had the right to replace.””

Then he looked at Blair.

“Starting today, you will no longer represent the Ricci

family.

“The crest, the resources, and the protection are all revoked. How the adoption is handled later will not change today’s punishment.”

Blair went completely rigid.

“Dad?”

The capos said nothing.

Their silence was its own judgment.

The head of the family had personally admitted that his

private grief had disrupted the order of the bloodline. In that moment, they all began to doubt his judgment.

Blair was sent away from the estate that day.

She cried the whole time, waiting for my father to look

back at her.

He never did.

He thought that if he sent Blair away, my mother and I would forgive him.

But I wouldn’t. And neither would my mother.

My mother presented the advisors with a declaration withdrawing us from Ricci’s shared protection.

The Bellandi family had co-signed the document. If anyone tried to detain us in the Ricci name again, it would be treated as a violation of the truce between the

two families.

The public divorce could be handled later. What truly stopped my father from ordering us to stay was that internal witness.

Before leaving, I set the key to my old room on the table and deleted every contact from the estate.

I took only the broken pieces of the necklace and my

computer.

Our new home was smaller than the estate in West Los Angeles, but it was the first place that had ever felt safe.

My mother decorated my room, and the closet was filled with new clothes that fit.

I didn’t tell her the details of those ten years, and she

didn’t press me.

On the day we moved in, she hugged me.

“Genevieve, you will never go back to that life.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”