Female Novel
Chapter 1424
Dylan was still poring over the piece of paper as if he couldn't make head nor tail of the scrawled
words.
But he heard every word Beck uttered, each one stinging his eardrums, leaving him with no grounds for
rebuttal.
This was a paternity test Beck had worked on overnight, the results of which he guarded closely,
leaving no room for deceit.
Maja was the lost little princess of the Sanders clan, his own flesh and blood sister.
Dylan's fingers tightened around the paper, as if trying to imprint the words into his skin.
His eyes stung, his mind a fog of disbelief.
Beck took a deep breath, his voice growing hoarser.
"If you're still going to coddle Judith as she wreaks havoc, then I've got nothing to say. This is our
comeuppance. We knew well enough that Maja and Ian were an item, yet we let Judith interfere. Who
would've thought Maja was our true sister? Dylan, isn't this some twisted irony?"
Beck couldn't help but find it absurd. Since last night, his defenses had been breached time and time
again.
The shenanigans they got up to back in Greenfield were dumb enough, but Dylan continued his mad
ways in North America, obsessing over Maja.
Had they arrived even a moment later the previous night, Dylan would have sent his own sister to sleep
with the fishes, forever at the bottom of the river.novelbin
And all for what? A phony.
Beck inhaled sharply and dialed Judith's number.
Judith hesitated at the sight of his incoming call but answered after a few seconds.
Beck cut to the chase.
"Judith, what kind of love potion have you fed my big brother? He's totally under your spell."
Judith was still in the dark about how much Beck knew regarding Maja's identity, so she treaded
carefully.
"Beck, I thought you were calling to apologize for that kick last night. You nearly killed me. Don't you
feel the slightest guilt? After all, you've doted on me for years."
"Judith, I've uncovered Maja's true identity, but Dylan is adamant about bringing you back home."
Judith's defenses crumbled at that statement, but the next sentence sent her soaring with excitement!
"Beck, are you serious?"
"Yeah, even mom's on your side. Now everyone knows Maja is the real daughter of the Sanders family,
and yet they still want to bring you back into the fold. But I won't acknowledge you. You disgust me."
Judith's lips curled up. What did Beck's opinion matter? The lion's share of the Sanders family stock
was in Dylan's hands. He called the shots.
"Judith, I know you orchestrated those events. You might fool Dylan and mom, but not me."
"Beck, I have no clue what you're talking about."
"It doesn't matter if you're clueless. Just know this: your blood will never be as noble as Maja's. You're
nothing but a foundling, a mongrel. And now your video is circulating in our circles. Maja will rise as the
esteemed Ms. Sanders, while you? You're just a maggot in the gutter!"
Judith's facade shattered with those words, her emotions surging uncontrollably. The price she'd paid
was colossal. She'd wanted to eliminate Maja for good, but Maja had survived. Who wouldn't go mad in
her shoes?
Plus, Dylan hadn't come to her last night, fueling her rage.
"Beck, who do you think you are? Even if Maja comes back, so what? If Dylan and Mom don't accept
her, one word from me and Dylan will keep targeting her. And at this critical juncture, do you think Maja
would want to acknowledge you? I know her too well. She's vindictive. Once she learns how Dylan
nearly killed her time and again, she won't want to return to the Sanders family. She'll just find you all
repulsive. Besides, didn't you two help me break her and Ian up back in Greenfield? Now she's all
lovey-dovey with Ian; she'd never come back to suffer in the Sanders household. Hah."
This was the bitter truth.
It also revealed that she'd known Maja's identity all along and had simply been using Dylan.
"Judith, aren't you afraid I'll tell Dylan all this?"
"Beck, haven't you figured it out? With just one tear, Dylan listens to me. You, his own brother, have to
step aside. You'll never measure up to me in his heart."
Judith's smugness grew as she spoke, convinced Beck's call was nothing but impotent fury, a clown's
tantrum.
And now, with Dylan about to bring her back into the Sanders fold, she wasn't worried about Beck.
With the masks torn off, there was no need for pretenses.
Little did she know that Beck had put her on speakerphone.
Every word Judith uttered was heard by everyone in the room.
Without a word, Beck ended the call and placed the phone in Dylan's palm.
No further words were necessary. If Dylan couldn't see the light now, he was unworthy of the Sanders
name.