The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 30

Althea and Helen both protested their innocence, adamantly denying any involvement in the destruction of the sperm bank.

“If you confess now, I might go easy on you. But if you keep being stubborn, don’t blame me for being harsh,” Mr. Quigley Sr. warned, his voice cold and commanding.

He had evidence in hand—proof that both women were behind it. He never would have guessed that two people who could barely stand each other would join forces like this.

But greed was a powerful motivator.

Althea and Helen exchanged a knowing glance, silently agreeing to maintain their denial. They shook their heads, lips pressed tight.

“This is your last chance,” Mr. Quigley said, his tone final. “Admit what you’ve done, and maybe there’s still a way back. But if I lay the evidence out in front of you, you’ll both be out of Quigley Manor that very night. No one’s plea will save you.”

Still, neither woman budged. They looked defiant and unrepentant, as if nothing could shake them.

Mr. Quigley closed his eyes for a moment, disappointment and anger written all over his face. They were digging their own graves.

“Daniel, bring up the evidence. Let them see for themselves,” he ordered.

Daniel immediately turned to his laptop and projected the files onto the massive wall screen.

First came Althea’s records—she had paid off some lowlife criminals to sabotage the sperm bank, but the security was too tight and her operatives failed every time.

Then Helen’s—she bribed hospital staff, hoping to destroy Yves' sperm bank.

It was a desperate attempt to pin everything on Althea and drag her down.

Althea, incensed, lunged at Helen, fists flying. But Helen wasn’t about to take a beating without fighting back. The two women went at each other right there in front of Mr. Quigley, and no one in the room made a move to break it up. Let them fight, people seemed to think—let them get it all out.

Althea had spent years living in comfort while Helen, at least, kept herself fit. It wasn’t even a contest—Althea ended up battered, her face swollen and streaked with tears as she struggled to catch her breath.

Only then did Mr. Quigley nod to Daniel, who stepped in to pull them apart.

Even after the scuffle, Althea couldn’t help but throw a threat Helen’s way. “Just wait—when Lester gets back, you’re finished.”

Helen scoffed, her voice icy. “You’d better worry about yourself. At this point, you might not even make it out of this study in one piece.” She was past caring—if she was going down, at least she’d take Althea with her.