Finn and Bridget sue Grace after Liam overdoses and dies The Bold and the Beautiful Spoilers

The conference room at Forrester Creations had never held such tension. Bright lights, a line of microphones, and camera crews crowded every corner of the room. Reporters, socialites, investors, and board members whispered anxiously. At the head of the table stood Ridge Forrester, flanked by Eric Carter and a very silent Brooke.

The stakes were monumental. This wasn’t just a press event. This was damage control on a scale no fashion house had faced before. The report prepared by Dr. John “Finn” Finnegan and Dr. Bridget Forrester had arrived that morning, and it was damning—not because it proved criminal intent, but because it opened a door into a shadowy operation no one had anticipated.

Contrary to early speculation, there was no evidence of malignant tumors or naturally occurring brain damage in Liam Spencer’s medical records. Instead, tests confirmed chronic low-grade toxicity consistent with repeated exposure to synthetic compounds designed to mimic intracranial pressure symptoms. In short, Liam had been drugged systematically and deliberately.

The report included something even more explosive. A wire transfer of over $1 million had been sent from a dummy medical shell corporation linked to Grace Buckingham, funneled to an unnamed accomplice with deep connections to a biomedical supplier in Switzerland. The name of the recipient was redacted in the summary for legal reasons, but the full version was already in the hands of authorities.

Ridge stepped to the podium, jaw locked, eyes tired. “Thank you all for coming. We are here not just as a company, but as a family forced to confront uncomfortable truths. There has been speculation, misinformation, and fear. But today, we share the facts.”

What Ridge did not expect was to be blindsided live by one of his own.

Katie Logan stood from her seat in the second row and cleared her throat. “Before you begin,” she said loudly enough to silence the room, “I have one question that must be answered. Ridge, why haven’t we addressed the rumors surrounding Luna Nozawa’s DNA?”

The gasp was audible. Photographers raised their lenses. Luna, seated beside R.J., froze in horror. Her mother, Poppy, went pale.

Katie turned to the crowd. “There have been quiet inquiries, inconsistencies in medical documents. And now that we’ve seen the lengths someone like Grace Buckingham will go to manipulate biology for personal gain, we have to ask—is Luna’s paternity as straightforward as we’ve been told?”

A murmur swept through the room like a tidal wave.

Poppy shot up. “This is not the time,” she hissed. But it was too late. The media took the bait.

The press conference derailed instantly. What was meant to be a controlled release of information had exploded into a scandal.

Ridge tried to redirect the conversation, but then a deeper voice took over the room.

Bill Spencer stood. His face was unreadable, the weight of weeks of secrets pressing down on him.

He looked at Ridge, then Katie, then Hope, who sat nervously in the front row beside Liam’s empty chair. “I’ll answer it,” Bill said. “Because I’m tired of letting the press dictate the narrative. The truth is Luna may very well be my daughter. I had a relationship with Poppy years ago. She never told me she was pregnant. I didn’t find out until recently. There are still tests to be done, and I don’t know what the outcome will be. But if she is my daughter, I will not turn my back on her.”

The room exploded in flashes and shouts. Reporters demanded timelines, statements, legal responses. Bill raised a hand and let the noise die down.

“That being said,” he continued, “there’s another truth we can’t ignore. Liam was nearly killed and it was no accident. Grace Buckingham poisoned him. Someone helped her. That’s the story. That’s the crime. And that’s where we’re focusing our legal firepower.”

Hope stood next. She held a statement in her hands, voice shaky but clear. “We cannot allow victims to carry shame for crimes committed against them. Liam was manipulated, broken down, drugged, and ultimately pushed to the brink of madness. Today, we take a stand not just for him, but for every person hurt by ambition dressed as medicine. We will pursue justice—publicly, transparently, and together.”

Her words steadied the room. For a moment, there was unity.

Until Steffy Forrester broke it.

“I have something to say,” she announced, stepping to the front. “There’s one more name that hasn’t been spoken today: Sheila Carter.”

Whispers turned to alarm. Ridge’s hand slammed the podium. “Steffy, don’t.”

But Steffy raised her chin. “You all know what she’s done. You know what she’s capable of. I’ve fought her. I’ve hated her. But when Liam collapsed, when he was at his lowest and we didn’t know what was happening, Sheila connected us with Dr. Werner—an underground neurochemist who recognized the symptoms. Without that connection, Liam would have died. Sheila did that because she wanted redemption. Because maybe, after all this time, she’s trying to change.”

The backlash was instant. Brooke stood in disbelief. Ridge muttered curses under his breath. But Hope looked to Steffy with something like understanding.

“You’re saying we can’t pick and choose who gets grace,” she said. “Even when they don’t deserve it.”

By nightfall, three decisions were made.

First, Grace Buckingham was arrested at LAX trying to flee the country. Thanks to the report from Finn and Bridget and testimony from Bill and Hope, the DA fast-tracked charges of medical fraud, attempted manslaughter, and conspiracy. Her arrest was livestreamed. The footage went viral within minutes.

Second, Spencer Publications announced a total internal restructuring. Wyatt Spencer would take over daily operations. Bill would step back to focus on family and prepare for the possibility of Luna’s inclusion in the Spencer legacy. Corporate shareholders were reassured. The stock price stabilized.

And third, Forrester Creations and the Logan family signed what they publicly dubbed a “Unified Ethical Accord”—a peer-friendly name for a document that bound them to joint responsibility in ongoing investigations, corporate transparency efforts, and victim reparations.

Brooke, Ridge, Katie, and even Donna signed it. So did Carter, Eric, and Thomas. Steffy and Hope stood together for the cameras. It was a fragile alliance, but it was enough to hold.

Behind closed doors, more shifts were taking place. Luna confronted Poppy. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me walk into that room blind?”

Poppy wept. “I thought I was protecting you. I didn’t want you to grow up in his shadow. I didn’t want you to be just another Spencer.”

But Luna didn’t want protection. She wanted truth. DNA testing was ordered. Results would take days.

Meanwhile, Sheila remained quiet—uncharacteristically so. She didn’t gloat, didn’t manipulate. She simply returned to her small apartment in silence, waiting. Whether it was the calm before another storm, no one could say.

Liam, still undergoing treatment, watched the press conference from a television in the clinic. He said nothing. Later that night, a nurse found him sitting in the courtyard, staring at the stars.

“Sheila helped save me?” he asked.

The nurse hesitated. “Yes… in a way.”

Liam looked down at his hands. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

But now, neither did anyone else.

The family lines were blurring. Trust was breaking and reforming in new places. Enemies had become allies. Allies had become suspects. And the future of every major family in Los Angeles now hinged on one truth.

The world was watching.

Then came the shock.

Grace Buckingham, silent since her arrest, made a chilling request. “I want access to my personal medical files. There’s proof—records, vials, samples—that can clear part of this up. I didn’t work alone. Someone else tampered with my formulation. I need time to show it.”

Her request triggered alarm. Then the alert came through: Code Black. Patient: Liam Spencer. Status: Deceased on arrival. Suspected cause: toxigenic cardiac arrest.

Finn stared at the screen. “What?”

Bridget confirmed. “Liam collapsed. EMTs responded. He was gone before they reached the house.”

Hope had only stepped into the kitchen. When she returned, Liam was slumped on the couch—blue-lipped, glassy-eyed. Beth stood silently, holding his hand.

The cause of death: ZTX-19. A black-market neurotoxin, not part of Grace’s original formula. The amount was lethal. It was an execution.

The batch traced to a stolen shipment meant for a shell company tied to Sheila Carter.

Sheila, the savior, now the suspect.

When police arrived at her apartment, she was gone.

Ridge called a meeting of all families. “We’re at war,” he said. “Sheila made this personal. It’s time we end this.”

Hope stood. “When we find her, I want the world to see it. I want the cameras. I want people to know who stole Beth’s father from her.”

Steffy stood beside her. Two women once divided, now united by loss.

The alliance forged in crisis became something colder. No more family lines. No more mercy.

The hunt for Sheila Carter had begun.