Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 200

She wasn’t a murderer. Why should she be the one to leave?

“Nora.” Daniel’s tone hardened, his voice heavy with frustration. “The child is what matters.”

The child?

That’s all he ever cared about.

He still thought he could control her by using their child as leverage.

Daniel forced himself to stay calm, trying to reason with her. “Grandma’s peace means more than anything right now. Payne needs you, too.”

Just hearing Payne’s name was enough to make Nora waver.

All the anger she’d been clinging to dissolved at those two words.

Grandma was gone.

But she still had Payne.

And Payne still needed Daniel’s bone marrow to survive.

Lowering her head, numb, Nora let Daniel drape his arm around her shoulders, ready to lead her away.

But as soon as she took a step, a man in glasses pushed through the crowd, flanked by two officials in dark suits.

Jordan frowned, confused. “Who are you?”

The man bowed his head respectfully to Grandma Grace’s portrait, then spoke in a measured, businesslike tone. “I’m here at the request of Mrs. Grace Quinn. I’ve been asked to play a video for everyone today.”

He pulled out a tablet and placed it beside Grandma Grace’s photo.

On the screen, Grandma Grace sat on the edge of her bed. Even with her gentle smile, it was clear she was frail and weary.

Nora’s chest tightened, tears streaming down her face.

The video lasted five minutes. For the first three, Grandma Grace spoke of only one thing.

She described how Mr. and Mrs. Quinn had ignored their second daughter, Aurora, for years—how Aurora suffered all kinds of hurts growing up: mocked, bullied, nearly attacked once by other kids. Every time Grandma Grace had called Jordan for help, she’d gotten the same answer—Mr. Quinn was “too busy.”

When she called Mrs. Quinn, it was always “no time.”

The man with the glasses calmly pushed his frames up the bridge of his nose. “These two are from the notary’s office,” he explained, gesturing to the officials. “They can attest to the authenticity of the video.”

He had prepared everything meticulously, making sure to fulfill the old woman’s final wish—to protect Aurora one last time.

The officials produced their credentials and confirmed the video was genuine.

Grandma Grace had been perfectly lucid when she recorded it. Every word was true.

Mrs. Quinn’s sobbing had stopped at some point, replaced by a look of bitterness.

The old woman was dead, yet she’d left behind this message to defend an imposter.

She was determined to ruin the Quinn family.

Nora was shaking, overcome with tears. Grandma was gone, but even now, she was protecting her in her own way.

She had pulled Nora out of the darkness.

She had given her a future—one she could finally claim as her own.