"Reece, bring over our equipment."
"Yes, Father."
Reece gave a nod to his aide.
Soon, a machine was carried up to the stage.
"You young folks are indeed smart, but overly arrogant."
Wesley spoke calmly, "I should thank you for helping me distinguish the true from the false."
Sophie's heart trembled.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I want you to witness this historic moment with me. History needs its eyewitnesses. I want you to see this miracle. I want you to know that what the Tredgold family has done is unparalleled, with no predecessors and likely no successors."
Everyone slowly rose to their feet.
Adler, glaring at Wesley seated above on the stage, his eyes turning a shade of crimson, said, "So, you've been acting all along? You just wanted to see what we could stir up, to watch us in our arrogant folly, and then have us watch you become the creator? You're utterly mad!"
Wesley didn't look at Adler; he raised his hand, and a disheveled woman, bound and dragged in from outside, came into view.
"Mom!"
Adler panicked.
May, seeing her son here, had eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Mom!"
Adler rushed forward, kicking away the man who had bound May, then quickly untied her.
After the tape was ripped from May's mouth, she pushed Adler away, shouting:
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