My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Brian was stunned, and he stared at the man in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

Even Holly was at a loss for words.

Luke frowned.

The man immediately rushed forward, handing them his phone.

On the screen was a video of Professor Barry Brandt being interviewed, specifically the part where he mentioned old Mr. Sims.

"Mr. Sims came to me and asked, 'Are you willing to dedicate twenty years of your life for your country?' We set up a massive operation, a plan so intricate it fooled everyone! Now people are calling him a spy because he funded me, and I gave him money… Yes, I did send him money, but it was because I wanted to transfer my earnings from overseas back home. Under the guise of purchasing domestic advanced technology, I wired the money to him and tricked everyone. I'm back now—not only to clear my name but to clear Mr. Sims' as well!"

The weight of the interview hit everyone like a tidal wave.

In the Special Division, every door opened, and people flooded into the hallway, gathering around Brian.

He stood there, frozen, staring in shock toward the room where old Mr. Sims was being held.

The rest of the Special Division members followed his gaze…

Holly's eyes turned red. She was so overwhelmed she could barely hold herself back from screaming.

Her grandfather was innocent!

guards outside his room to prevent any attempt at escape, but now, no one moved to stop Holly. The guards, too, were overcome with emotion, their eyes red as they looked in the direction of old Mr. Sims'

to Mr. Sims' room himself, but suddenly someone ran up to him from outside. "Mr. Dawson, an

surprise, then quickly stepped

Barry Brandt, was a high-ranking official usually only seen on

Brandt rushed into the Special Division building, grabbing Brian by the arm as soon

was still in shock, barely able to process

Mr. Sims' room, but before he could say anything, Professor Brandt was already

members of the Special Division,

Inside, Holly was crying.

Brandt paused for a moment, straightened his jacket,

had been held there for some time now, and the Special Division had made sure to block out all the windows to make his stay as uncomfortable as

light was overwhelming, and old Mr. Sims raised a trembling hand to shield

blinding, like a path leading out of the

Holly, who was still

wiped away her tears and helped

steps, he made his way to the doorway,

still in the prime of his life, while eighty-year-old