It was the crucial evidence showing Heidi striking my father first.
But when the video played, the screen showed nothing but static.
The evidence had been switched.
Heidi cast me a cold glance, mouthing two words: “Idiot.”
The only people with access to the evidence were me… and Caleb.
I slammed my hands on the table and shot to my feet. “Caleb! You tampered with the evidence! Do you have any humanity left?”
Caleb didn’t panic. He simply squeezed Heidi’s hand under the table, soothing her as gently as if comforting a child.
“Heidi is kind. She didn’t want to escalate the situation. She wanted to give your family a chance. But you came here full of malice, daring to frame her.”
Then he handed over an audio recording.
My father’s voice suddenly came through the speaker.
“So you’re Heidi? The child you’re carrying may not even be his. Give me five million, or I’ll ruin you.”
My entire body went rigid. The thread holding my sanity snapped in an instant.
Impossible.
The recording was fake.
My father had been unconscious ever since he was beaten. I had watched the dashcam footage dozens of times. That sentence never existed.
Heidi frowned, speaking in a fragile tone as if she had been cornered.