7 ##Chapter 7 Franklin Entertainment's funding chain collapsed in just three days. Partners withdrew investments, suppliers halted deliveries, and stock prices plummeted overnight. I wasn't surprised at all. When the James family withdrew, the Franklin family was bound to crumble. That evening, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Axel's father standing there. Mr. Franklin. The man who always appeared impeccably dressed and stern before the media now looked haggard, exhaustion written in his eyes. "Grace, let's talk." I sat on the living room sofa, arms crossed, waiting quietly. He got straight to the point: "The Franklin family owes you an apology." Then his tone shifted, carrying the usual arrogance of capital: "If you want money, we can give it to you. Houses, cars, shares-as long as you don't divorce, everything's negotiable." I laughed lightly: "Money? Do you think I stayed with the Franklin family for money?" He frowned, his voice lowering: "You need to understand reality. Axel is a public figure-he has a responsibility to care for his sister-in-law. She's carrying a Franklin child. If you insist on divorce at this time, you'll only embarrass everyone." "Child?" I cut him off coldly, my smile chilling. I pulled a document from my bag and slammed it on the coffee table. "This is the medical records and DNA test. That child doesn't belong to the Franklin family." The air suddenly froze. Mr. Franklin's face instantly went ashen. I stood up, looking down at him, my voice sharp: "You used so-called 'responsibility' and 'bloodline' to blackmail me, and what's the result? The truth is more ruthless than any of you." His fingers trembled as he stared at the document, veins bulging on his forehead, unable to say a word. "Mr. Franklin." I leaned down, my voice low and cold: "Tell your son and your 'good daughter-in-law'-the divorce papers will be delivered soon. Don't dream of reconciliation, and don't dream of covering this up." I turned and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Axel stood there. Face pale, fingers rigid, as if drained of blood. He'd heard everything. I met his gaze, my eyes cutting through him like a final blade: "Congratulations, Axel. You've not only lost me but also the Franklin family's last shred of dignity." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!