Chapter 13: The Twist Beneath the Truth
Arthur smiled.
Not warm.
Not kind.
Just honest.
“You think Beatrice destroyed your family?” he asked.
Evelyn didn’t answer.
Because something in his tone… shifted everything.
“She was just the blade,” Arthur continued.
“Your father handed it to her.”
Silence hit like impact.
Evelyn’s breath slowed—but her eyes never moved.
“That’s not possible.”
Arthur slid a file across the table.
“Read.”
Inside:
Not forged signatures.
Not manipulated records.
Real ones.
Her father’s approval.
Her father’s authorization.
Her father’s deal.
“He was collapsing,” Arthur said.
“Debt. Pressure. Weak leadership. He made a choice.”
Evelyn’s fingers tightened.
“No… he was forced.”
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Arthur leaned forward.
“No,” he said quietly.
“He adapted.”
