Chapter 4

They had zero grasp of the actual facts, shooting their mouths off purely on a misplaced sense of moral superiority.

Utterly foolish.

Choked by my retort, someone immediately pushed back.

"Played for fools?! Your son committed an atrocity, and you're still defending him!"

"Exactly! Olivia is a young woman—why would she ever joke about something like this?!"

Seeing the room rally behind her, Olivia's confidence surged.

She shot me a sinister, triumphant glare. "Morgan, you keep claiming there's a lack of evidence, right? Then open your eyes and look at this! I want to see how you wriggle out of this one when the cold, hard proof is slammed right in your face!"

Exchanging a glance with her HR consultant, the woman immediately pulled a formal dossier out of her briefcase and held it high for all to see.

"The document in my hands is a forensic acoustic analysis report issued by an accredited third-party lab. The findings show that the voice memo Olivia received has a voiceprint profile that matches the 'Archie' voice model under Morgan's project team with over ninety-nine percent accuracy!"

The declaration hit the room like a sonic boom.

Every single pair of eyes snapped to the document, including mine.

Olivia's consultant waved the papers triumphantly, looking like a victor claiming her prize.

"Morgan, the evidence is ironclad. What pathetic excuse do you have left now?"

Staring at the brandished forensic report, not a flicker of panic crossed my face.

To think Olivia would go this far—she had actually gone out of her way to forge a technical voiceprint analysis.

I rose slowly to my feet. Sweeping my gaze across Olivia and the smug consultant, my voice remained entirely calm, backed by unwavering authority: "That report is a fake. I reject it."

"A fake?!" The consultant laughed as if she had just heard the joke of the century. She passed copies of the dossier to the leadership panel and the observers. "Morgan, this report was issued by a certified third-party firm and bears their official corporate seal. You think you can just wave it away by calling it fake?!"

Olivia looked up at me, her tear-streaked face twisting into pure malice. "Morgan, you deny the screenshots, you deny the chat history, and now you deny an accredited third-party report?! How can you be so utterly shameless?! Are you trying to drive me to suicide?!"

With that, she lunged forward, pretending she was about to smash her head against the wall.

Horrified, the colleagues next to her screamed and threw their arms around her, holding her back. "Olivia, don't do something stupid! If something happens to you, what about your parents?!"

Alarmed by the scene, the head executive quickly gestured for security to step in. "Olivia, please control yourself! Refrain from any extreme behavior! The company will ensure you get full justice!"

With management intervening, Olivia's breathing gradually stabilized.

She crossed her arms, glaring at me with murderous venom. "Morgan, if your son isn't held accountable today, I will kill myself right in front of you! Even as a ghost, I'll never let you or your son rest!"

The observing colleagues chimed in, practically demanding my son be thrown out of the building on the spot.

"I'm shaking with rage! Fire Morgan and her disgusting son right now! Look at what they've done to Olivia!"

"The voiceprints matched and she still has the nerve to deny it? Morgan has no shame whatsoever!"

"A tech lead using her power to shield a predatory son deserves to be kicked to the curb right alongside him!"

Olivia's HR consultant adopted an air of supreme righteousness. "Morgan, this company does not tolerate predators! Your son, Archie, must pay the ultimate price for harassing Olivia!"

Everyone sat waiting for management to drop the hammer on me and my son.

The head executive cleared his throat, directing a final inquiry toward me. "Morgan, regarding the forensic voiceprint report and the testimony provided by Olivia, do you have any counter-evidence or closing statements to submit?"

I met the executive's gaze. Crisp and clear, every word rang through the quiet room: "Sir, my evidence is my son himself. I formally request that my son, Archie, be brought in to testify!"

The executive tapped his desk, and the heavy conference doors slowly swung open. "Bring Archie in!"