The moment I unlocked my phone, everyone leaned closer.

They expected me to cry.

They expected me to defend myself.

They expected the “mistress’s daughter” to finally break under pressure.

But I wasn’t the same Emma Gu who stood here years ago.

Last time, I begged people to believe me.

This time, I was going to let the truth speak.

I opened the first document.

Then I connected my phone to the large screen at the registration hall.

Everyone went quiet.

“Since everyone wants to know who is lying,” I said calmly, “let’s check the facts.”

Hannah’s expression changed.

“What are you doing?”

I ignored her.

The first image appeared.

A vehicle ownership certificate.

The owner’s name was clearly visible.

Emma Gu.

The crowd immediately started whispering.

“No way…”

“The Bentley is actually hers?”

Hannah’s face turned pale.

“That’s fake.”

I looked at her.

“Fake?”

I smiled.

“Then let’s verify it.”

I opened the official registration information.

The vehicle identification number matched.

The insurance records matched.

The payment records matched.

Everything pointed to one person.

My mother.

Not Victor Gu.

Not Hannah.

Not Jessica.

My mother.

The same woman they had called a mistress in my previous life.

The same woman who had died because nobody gave her a chance to explain.

Hannah stepped forward.

“My father bought that car.”

I looked at her.

“Then why is your father’s name nowhere on the documents?”

She opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

The people around us started looking at her differently.

But I wasn’t finished.

I switched to the next file.

“This is the marriage record.”

Jessica immediately became nervous.

“What are you showing?”

I looked at her.

“The truth.”

The screen displayed an official document.

A marriage certificate.

But not between Victor Gu and Jessica Jiang.

Between Victor Gu and another woman.

My mother.

The hall became completely silent.

Someone whispered:

“So Emma’s mother was the legal wife?”

Another person replied:

“Then who is Jessica?”

Jessica’s face lost all color.

“That’s impossible.”

I looked at her calmly.

“Is it?”

I turned toward Hannah.

“You showed everyone wedding photos.”

She froze.

“Yes.”

“You showed a ceremony.”

“Yes.”

“You showed your mother wearing a wedding dress.”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

“But none of that proves she was legally married.”

The crowd became louder.

Jessica’s expression changed from sadness to anger.

“You planned this.”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“You planned the lie.”

I looked at Hannah.

“You accused me of being an illegitimate daughter because you believed nobody would check.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“I was just telling the truth.”

“No.”

My voice remained calm.

“You were repeating the story your mother created.”

The counselor, Mrs. Taylor, stepped closer.

“Emma, where did you get these documents?”

I looked at her.

“From my family records.”

Then I added:

“And I also have recordings.”

Hannah suddenly looked alarmed.

“Recordings?”

I smiled.

“Yes.”

I opened the saved files.

The first audio played.

Hannah’s voice filled the hall.

“My mother is Victor Gu’s legal wife.”

The second audio.

“She dressed as a bride. Everyone knows she is Mrs. Gu.”

The third audio.

“Now you want to say that because I don’t show you a piece of paper it doesn’t count?”

Nobody spoke.

Because the girl who had accused me of lying had just proven my point herself.

Jessica grabbed Hannah’s arm.

“Stop this.”

But it was too late.

The phones around us were no longer recording me.

They were recording them.

A freshman who had been laughing earlier lowered his phone.

“So she accused someone without checking?”

Another student whispered:

“She destroyed someone’s reputation based on a wedding ceremony?”

Hannah’s eyes became desperate.

“You don’t understand!”

I looked at her.

“You’re right.”

I stepped closer.

“I don’t understand how someone can watch another person suffer because of a lie and still call it justice.”

Her face changed.

Because those words were not only for her.

They were for the people who watched my mother fall apart in my previous life.

The same people who never apologized.

The same people who believed the loudest voice.

Then a black car stopped outside the university entrance.

Everyone turned.

A man stepped out.

Tall.

Older.

With a familiar face.

Victor Gu.

Hannah immediately ran toward him.

“Dad!”

The crowd moved aside.

Jessica looked relieved.

Finally, she thought someone would save her.

Victor walked into the hall.

But when he saw the screen…

When he saw the documents…

His expression changed.

“Emma…”

I looked at him.

The father who stayed silent when my mother was humiliated.

The father who chose comfort over truth.

The man who destroyed my family in my previous life.

This time, I didn’t cry.

I didn’t ask why.

I simply handed him my phone.

“Explain.”

Victor looked at the recordings.

Then at Jessica.

Then at Hannah.

And for the first time, the powerful businessman everyone feared looked completely helpless.

Because he knew.

The truth had already escaped.

But before he could speak, another person entered the hall.

A lawyer carrying a sealed envelope.

He walked directly toward me.

“Miss Gu.”

Everyone turned.

The lawyer opened the envelope.

“Your grandfather left instructions that this document should only be delivered when someone publicly questions your mother’s identity.”

My heart stopped.

I looked at the paper inside.

And the first sentence made Victor Gu’s face turn completely white.

“Regarding the inheritance of the Gu family…”

The lawyer paused.

“…the legal heir is Emma Gu.”

And Hannah finally realized.

She had not exposed a mistress’s daughter.

She had challenged the rightful successor of the family she thought she owned.