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“Medical records.”
“And sworn witness testimony.”
She opened one folder.
“Dr. Alan Weston.”
The doctor slowly stood from another table.
He looked twenty years older than when I’d last seen him.
His hands shook.
“I…”
“I want to cooperate.”
Daria stared at him in horror.
“You promised.”
He lowered his head.
“I couldn’t live with it anymore.”
The room became perfectly silent.
Dr. Weston confessed everything.
How he’d been paid to falsify dental records.
How another unidentified victim had been falsely presented as Catherine.
How forged paperwork convinced police to close the investigation.
How Catherine had been secretly imprisoned.
Every word shattered another piece of my mother’s carefully constructed empire.
Board members stared at her with disbelief.
Several quietly moved away from her table.
Then another surprise arrived.
The head of security entered pushing a wheelchair.
An elderly man sat inside.
Thin.
Weak.
Attached to oxygen.
My grandfather.
Everyone believed he’d been too ill to attend.
He slowly removed the oxygen mask.
“Daria.”
She froze.
“Father…”
“I trusted you.”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
“I built this company.”
“You turned it into a weapon.”
He handed Investigator Brooks another envelope.
“My statement.”
“And the revised will.”
Every executive leaned forward.
Grandfather continued.
“I discovered your crimes six months ago.”
“I stayed silent.”
“I wanted every piece of evidence collected.”
He looked toward me.
“Samuel.”
I walked beside him.
He squeezed my hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“I should have protected your family.”
My mother’s composure finally collapsed.
She screamed.
“Everything I did was for this family!”
“No.”
Grandfather answered quietly.
“You did it for yourself.”
“You mistook control for love.”
The agents approached.
One officer removed a pair of handcuffs.
For the first time in my life…
My mother looked afraid.
She turned toward me.
“Samuel…”
“Please.”
“I’m your mother.”
I looked into her eyes.
“I loved the mother I believed you were.”
“The woman standing before me…”
“I don’t recognize.”
The cuffs clicked around her wrists.
Flashbulbs exploded outside the ballroom windows as reporters rushed toward the entrance.
The mighty Daria Kincaid…