The clang of a fork hitting a porcelain plate sounded incredibly sharp in the silence of the Thorne dining room. The atmosphere that night didn't feel like a celebration of surviving bankruptcy; it felt more like an interrogation. The candles in the center of the table flickered slightly as Jasper Wang, whose face still looked somewhat pale with a bandage on his temple, slammed his hand onto the table. "Just admit it, Ethan! You used a loophole in the Thorne Corp financial system to steal the family endowment fund and churned it into that mysterious investment, didn't you?!" Jasper shouted, his voice hoarse and full of hatred. Ethan, who had just finished pouring water into his wife’s glass, remained perfectly calm. He took a slow breath, looking at Jasper with an expression that was hard
