She was filled with hatred. Why hadn't Freya died already? Bradley should have been grieving at home. It was supposed to be Freya's funeral today, but it seemed like everything had gone off track. She had become a spectacle for others to gawk at, those eyes stripping her like they wanted to tear off her clothes.

How did this despicable wretch get those photos?

She even knew about her plastic surgery, knew that she used to work at a nightclub, and even knew she went by the name Madame Seraphina. After her transformation, all these past experiences had been erased clean, and the nightclub had rebranded itself. How could her dark past resurface?

"Freya, how did you find out?" Sophie Lawson's eyes were filled with torment.

Freya cast a disdainful glance at her, taking in her grotesque and hideous expression.

She smirked, her obsidian eyes blinking. "Are you wondering how I knew you used to work at the nightclub? Or are you wondering why I'm still alive?"

Sophie Lawson did not respond She wanted to know both answers.

All the reporters and celebrities in the audience were curious as well. After all, the identity of Madame Seraphina had disappeared more than a decade ago. How could Freya still know about it? And how had she survived the fall from the cliff?

Freya blinked at the curious stares. "Speaking of this, I should thank your lover Wilson. If he hadn't spilled the beans, how could I have known that you used to be a prostitute?"

"You—" Sophie Lawson' chest heaving with anger.

Freya flicked her hair, casually looking at her, and continued, "As for why I didn't die, I'll tell you later. Let's continue our previous topic."

"About Wilson Williams, I'm afraid everyone here has heard something. He's the right-hand man of Lord Dane. As everyone just saw, Sophie Lawson's relationship with Wilson is not ordinary. The two have maintained this secret relationship for a decade. The death of my mother years ago was also planned by Wilson Williams and Sophie Lawson."

Freya pointed at the two figures below the stage. Wilson had just been brutally beaten and was still gasping for air on the ground, while Sophie Lawson's face was pale.

"Freya, you're talking nonsense. Your mother's death was caused by Herbie, not me!" Sophie Lawson roared furiously, her eyes glaring with madness.

Facing her ferocity, Freya remained unfazed. "Herbie already admitted earlier that you instigated him to kill my mother and even paid him to leave the country. Everyone heard it!"

"If Aunt Sophie still doubts the evidence, why not let Wilson speak? He's your lover, so his words should be more convincing, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a bodyguard kicked Wilson, indicating for him to speak.

Wilson looked at the man on the stage with a grim face, trembling uncontrollably. He was a member of Sigelac; he couldn't afford to provoke him even if he had a hundred guts.

"I'll talk." Wilson looked at Sophie Lawson with hatred, his voice harsh. "All of this was Sophie Lawson's doing. She spiked Charlotte Lawson's drink, then tried to make Herbie assault her. The purpose was to get Bruce Lawson to kick Charlotte Lawson out of the house so that she could rightfully take over as Mrs. Lawson. Unexpectedly, Charlotte Lawson fought back fiercely and managed to protect her innocence, but Bruce Lawson, in his anger, believed that Charlotte Lawson had cuckolded him and beat her up on the spot, kicking her out of the house."

This revelation caused a commotion in the audience.

"So it was a conspiracy. Sophie Lawson is truly ruthless, using such methods to force the legal wife to step down."

"Indeed, the mistress's methods are top-notch, and considering she was Madame Seraphina, skilled in seduction, it's no wonder she was able to manipulate men."

Bruce Lawson was ridiculed, his face turning the colour of pig liver.

Freya chuckled, her gaze icy as she looked at Wilson. "And what about my mother's death?"

"It was Sophie Lawson who approached me, saying that Charlotte Lawson had purchased a hefty life insurance policy years ago, with Bruce Lawson as the beneficiary. But after being kicked out by Bruce Lawson, Charlotte Lawson had been dealing with the insurance matters herself, intending to change the beneficiary to you, Miss Lawson. Sophie Lawson planned the accident to kill Charlotte Lawson, so that Bruce Lawson could claim the compensation under his name."

This revelation stunned everyone, including Freya herself.

"What insurance?"

She had investigated the car accident for years, only knowing that it was orchestrated by Sophie Lawson, but not the motive behind it. It turned out to be for a large insurance pay-out.

"It was an accident policy. Charlotte Lawson was deeply in love with Bruce Lawson back then, so she used all her dowry to buy the insurance. As long as she had an accident, she could claim a huge compensation."

Freya trembled. She knew her mother had loved Bruce Lawson wholeheartedly, but she didn't know she had bought insurance for him.

And it was this insurance that had brought her mother's tragic fate upon her!

Filled with hatred, Freya's whole body trembled with emotion, her eyes ablaze with fury, directed straight at Bruce Lawson. "Did you know about this?"

Bruce Lawson shook his head. He really didn't know about this until Sophie Lawson told him.

He had been deceived all along by this despicable woman. If she hadn't used all her cunning to cling to him, he wouldn't have made Charlotte Lawson feel heartbroken, let alone indirectly become her murderer.

At this moment, Bruce Lawson was filled with remorse and anger, his fury turning into heartache, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

"Bruce Lawson, I don't care if you knew about this or not. If I find out you were involved too, then you'll face the same fate as Sophie Lawson!"

Freya's body trembled with anger. She truly felt her mother's loss was unjust. After pouring her heart out for so many years, she ended up dying in such a tragic manner by the roadside.

And this scumbag Bruce Lawson had exchanged her mother's life for a huge fortune, living a carefree life with Sophie Lawson. How could they be so shameless, committing such immoral acts? Were they not afraid of retribution knocking on their door in the middle of the night?

Bradley sensed her unusual mood and gently held her hand, silently telling her, "I'm still here."

Freya turned to look at him, smiled, and gestured with her eyes that she was okay.

Meanwhile, the journalists in the audience were going crazy taking photos. This was a huge piece of news - the mistress usurping the position of the legal wife, orchestrating a shocking conspiracy to kill her, all for a massive insurance pay-out?

Once this news broke, it would undoubtedly become a sensation, garnering a hefty profit for whoever covered it.