Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416

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“Timothy,” Caitlin said firmly, her voice ringing across the cemetery, “Given the significance of today, there needs to be witnesses.”

She turned to the gathered crowd of Yuncey descendants, officials, and reporters, and addressed them calmly but with weight.

“Everyone. I’ve asked you all to come today, including officials from the city and members of the press, to bear witness. What I’m about to do is set the record straight–on the true history of the Yuncey Family.”

“The true history?”

“What do you mean?”

The media had already set up their cameras, their lenses trained on Caitlin and the three ancient gravestones behind her.

“Behind me stand the graves of three people–Alexandra, Lloyd, and Clayton. Alexandra was my great–grandmother. Lloyd, her husband, my great–grandfather. And Clayton… he is my earliest known ancestor.

“Many of you know these names. But I want to ask–how many of you truly understand what the Yuncey Family was like sixty years ago?”

The crowd was silent, puzzled. They’d all heard stories, but most had dismissed them as family legends. Few knew the truth.

Those who’d attended the shareholders‘ meeting not long ago–when Caitlin corrected the family genealogy–had a feeling where this was going.

Timothy, standing nearby, finally understood Caitlin’s real intention. This wasn’t just about making him kneel in apology–she wanted to expose a buried truth, one that had been manipulated for decades. Her methods were sharp–ruthless even.

“To speak of the past, we have to mention one more figure–Miles, Timothy’s father. According to the official family tree, he and my great- grandmother Alexandra were siblings. Both supposedly children of Clayton.

“If you’ve ever studied the Yuncey Family history, you’ve likely accepted this as fact, haven’t you?”

The mournful silence of the graveyard seemed to thicken as Caitlin’s gaze swept across the gathered descendants. A few nodded hesitantly

“But today, I’m here to correct a grave lie. Miles and Alexandra were not siblings. Not by blood. Not at all.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Those within the family who hadn’t heard this before looked at each other in disbelief. Even the city officials and media exchanged stunned glances.

“What do you mean, Caitlin?” one of the reporters asked. “Are you saying Miles and Alexandra weren’t related? Not even half–siblings?”

“Not even half,” Caitlin said. “They shared no blood relation. Miles was not Clayton’s son–he was a godson. A so–called honorary child. He bore the Yuncey name but not the blood.”

Murmurs broke out. Descendants lowered their heads in silence, outsiders stared in shock.

“Do you have any proof of this?” another reporter called out.

“A few weeks ago, I visited Saint Everlight Cathedral and spoke to Nathaniel. He told me the true history of the Yuncey Family with his own mouth.”

“But Nathaniel’s passed away,” one reporter countered. “How do we know he really said that?”

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“He has,” Caitlin replied, “but there’s someone else here today who can confirm everything I’m saying.”

She turned slightly and gestured. “Please bring out the witness.”

All eyes turned toward the edge of the cemetery as an elderly man walked slowly into view, flanked by James,

Most didn’t recognize him. But Timothy’s eyes widened, and his cane trembled in his grip.

“Is that… Billy?” he gasped.

“No way–that’s Billy?”

“It can’t be… Billy was supposed to be mentally ill!”

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The Yuncey Family members couldn’t believe it. This man looked nothing like the unkempt, half–mad figure locked away in the estate’s back courtyard for decades.

Billy stepped forward and looked toward the three graves. “Sir, madam, it’s Billy. I came to see you.”

Then he turned to Timothy.

“You’re not insane…” Timothy said, almost in a whisper.

“I never was.”

“You’ve been faking it all these years?”

The shock was palpable. No one could believe that the “crazy” old man had simply been pretending for over sixty years.

Why live like that–locked away, pretending to be mad?

“If I hadn’t, would you have let me live?” Billy said, turning to face the reporters and crowd. “I’m Billy. Decades ago, I was a servant in the Yuncey Family. Later, I became the house steward.”

He began to recount the past: Clayton’s kindness, the betrayal by Miles, the bond between Alexandra and Lloyd. He laid bare the story the

world had never heard.

“Miles was never Clayton’s son. He murdered his own godfather, killed Alexandra’s husband Lloyd, and stole the Yuncey Family’s estate. Then he rewrote the family tree to cover up the truth.”

The crowd was stunned. Even the Yuncey descendants stood frozen.

Media crews scrambled to capture every word. Hayden, staring at Caitlin, finally understood–he wasn’t actually her uncle. They shared no

blood.

Billy continued, his voice steady but laden with emotion.

“Timothy knew all of this. His father tried to force himself on Eleanor–Alexandra’s daughter. That’s why she had to flee the Yuncey Family all those years ago.”

The mystery of Eleanor’s sudden departure from Departure City was finally explained.

Her husband and father were killed. Her mother, Alexandra, tried to raise her in the ashes of their legacy. But under constant threat, Eleanor

had no choice but to leave.

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