The large screen in the hall flickered to life. The crowd turned, their attention drawn to the sudden movement. The screen displayed a grainy but unmistakable video: Lucy, standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by men in masks. They were dragging a half-conscious Bruce into the room, his body limp and unresponsive. The footage was damning, and there was no denying what it showed.
The room erupted into chaos. Gasps and shouts filled the air as the crowd turned on Lucy, their accusations now directed at her. She stood frozen, her face pale, her carefully constructed facade crumbling around her. The Shepherd brothers had paid their debt, and they had done so in the most public way possible.
Louisa, still trembling, looked at Lucy with a mixture of relief and vindication. The truth was out, and there was no escaping it. The mastermind had been unmasked, and the crowd, once so eager to condemn, now turned their fury on the real culprit.
