Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 96: Chapter 96

The dirty plan was out in the open now, and whatever defense Elijah had left in his heart was completely shattered.
His face turned ghostly pale. He wasn't stupid—he knew if Quinn handed over the evidence to the police, he would be looking at a long prison sentence.
Quinn wasn't wrong. Elijah was greedy and weak. He dropped to his knees, crawling toward me with tears streaming down his face. "Natalia, please," he begged, his voice breaking.
"I'm your dad. I messed up, I know, but I was blinded by greed. Just one mistake. I'll make it up to you—I swear I'll treat you better from now on."
I felt something inside me was breaking, but I refused to show it. My jaw tightened as I looked down at him, disgusted. "You're not my dad," I said, my voice low and sharp. "If I were Skylar, you never would've treated me like this."
For years, I believed Elijah was different. I thought he cared about me, that we had something real.
But now I knew better. He was just like Jenna. I was nothing but a pawn to them, something to use when it suited their needs.
"Mr. Madden," Finn said, his voice dripping with disdain, "should we call the police? This evidence is more than enough to keep him behind bars for life."
"No, you can't call the police!" Elijah shouted, panic all over his face.
He pressed his bleeding head to the floor like a man grasping at straws. "Natalia, I raised you! I've been your father for over twenty years! Your mother's gone—are you really going to throw me to the wolves?"
The nerve of him. The sheer audacity to call himself my father when he had hired someone to kill me, when he'd been so heartless as to want me dead.
I stared down at him, my chest heaving as I fought to keep my emotions in check. "I'm so done hearing this crap," I said, my voice cutting like a blade. "Elijah, you're not my father. I don't wanna even call you 'Dad'. You're nothing to me, and you make me sick."
His face collapsed into pure despair, his body trembling as he realized there was nothing left.
"Don't you always pull the 'I raised you for twenty years' card? Fine, you don't want me to call the cops? No problem." I glanced at Finn. "Finn, can you grab two pens and some paper?"
Finn nodded and was back in no time with exactly what I needed.
I tossed the pen and paper in front of Elijah, my tone flat and cold. "Here's the deal. Write two things. Once you're done, you can walk out of here."
Finn untied him, and Elijah snatched up the pen like it was his last chance at survival. "What do you want me to write?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"First," I said, my eyes locked on him, "I want a written statement severing any ties between us. Make it clear—we're done. No more father-daughter nonsense."
Once it was official, I'd be done with the Hinton family for good, and Elijah wouldn't be able to use me ever again.
"Alright," Elijah didn't even hesitate. He scribbled furiously, desperation all over his face.
I grabbed the paper when he finished, gave it a quick check, and tucked it into my pocket. "Alright, now the second one," I said. "I want a full confession—everything. How you hired someone to kill me, why you did it, all of it."
This time, he froze. The pen hovered over the paper, his hand trembling. I wasn't surprised. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he weighed his options.
I knew why he was stalling. I wasn't letting him off because I was a saint—this wasn't about forgiveness. It was strategy.
I could throw him in prison out of sheer anger, but then Skylar would come after me, and everyone would make me the bad guy. Once my link to the Smith family came out, they and the Lee family would be dragged into the mess.