“You’re really going to accuse your own father?”

Evelyn’s voice was quiet but heavy with pressure as William sat on her apartment couch, the laptop open in front of him, displaying suspicious recordings and financial reports.

William stared at the screen, jaw clenched.

“I’m not accusing,” he said quietly. “I’m looking at evidence. And I know how he operates. This… isn’t a coincidence.”

Evelyn took a deep breath and sat across from him.

“I just want to be sure,” she whispered. “Because if we take this path… there may be no way back.”

William closed the laptop. His gaze was sharp—not at Evelyn, but at himself.

“I’ve lived too long...