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“That's not my signature.””

Nathan's voice was firm.

Thomas Whitaker calmly closed his briefcase.

“Mr. Reed, I understand this is upsetting, but the document was submitted through your father's legal representatives.””

“I never authorized it.””

“Then perhaps your father used your name without your knowledge.””

Nathan grabbed the document again.

The signature looked convincing.

It had the same slanted N, the same long final stroke, and even the tiny mark Nathan made whenever he signed quickly.

But I knew my fiancé.

He never signed anything without reading it.

“Who witnessed this?”” I asked.

Thomas smiled.

“Your mother.””

I turned toward Margaret.

“Mom?””

She looked terrified.

“He told me it was a medical authorization. He said Nathan had agreed to help your father receive treatment.””

Nathan shook his head.

“I never signed anything.””

Thomas shrugged.

“Then you can explain that to the judge.””

Dad suddenly pushed himself forward in his wheelchair.

“Thomas, you haven't changed.””

The attorney turned.

“Richard, I suggest you conserve your strength.””

“You stole my property. You falsified my records. And now you're trying to take control of my medical decisions.””

Thomas's smile disappeared.

“You were supposed to remain where you were.””

The words came out so naturally that everyone froze.

I stepped toward him.

“What did you just say?””

Thomas looked at me.

“I said your father was supposed to remain in rehabilitation.””

“No. You said he was supposed to remain where he was.””

He adjusted his tie.

“You're misinterpreting me.””

Nathan took out his phone.

“Say that again.””

Thomas noticed the recording indicator.

His expression hardened.

“Turn that off.””

“No.””

One of the security officers stepped forward.

But Dad raised his hand.

“Don't touch my son-in-law.””

Thomas laughed.

“Son-in-law? The wedding hasn't even happened.””

I looked at Nathan.

Then I took his hand.

“It's still happening.””

Thomas's eyebrows lifted.

“After everything you've heard?””

“Yes.””

He shook his head.

“Then you're making the same mistake your father made.””

I looked directly into his eyes.

“No. My father trusted people who betrayed him. I'm finally learning not to.””

Thomas turned toward the door.

“You'll regret this.””

He left with the security officers.

But the moment he disappeared, Nathan's phone rang.

His father.

Nathan answered on speaker.

“Dad, did you forge my signature?””

A long silence followed.

Then Richard Reed's voice came through.

“I did what I had to do.””

Nathan closed his eyes.

“You used my name to take control of Emily's father?””

“I was protecting our family.””

“From what?””

“From a man who could destroy everything we've built.””

Dad leaned toward the phone.

“You mean a man who could expose what you did.””

Richard Reed sighed.

“Richard Bennett, you should have stayed away from this.””

Nathan's voice became cold.

“Don't speak to him like that.””

“Son, you don't understand. Thomas has the original agreements. If those documents become public, everyone involved will be investigated.””

“Then let them investigate.””

“You could lose your inheritance.””

Nathan looked at me.

“I don't care.””

His father laughed bitterly.

“You'll care when you discover what Emily's grandmother did to secure that estate.””

I stepped closer.

“What did Grandma do?””

Richard hesitated.

“She paid Daniel Mercer to keep your father hidden.””

My mother gasped.

Dad went completely still.

“That is a lie,” he whispered.

Richard continued.

“Eleanor knew where Richard was. She funded the rehabilitation facility. She paid for his treatment. And she agreed not to bring him home.””

I looked at Dad.

He shook his head slowly.

“Eleanor wouldn't have done that.””

Richard's voice softened.

“She believed she was protecting him. Daniel convinced her that Richard would be killed if he returned.””

The call ended.

I stared at the phone.

For the first time, I wondered whether my grandmother had been protecting us—or hiding something from us.

Dad reached for the wooden box.

“Emily, there's one more letter.””

He opened a hidden compartment beneath the photograph.

Inside was a sealed envelope with Eleanor's handwriting.

For Richard, when you are finally ready to come home.

Dad opened it.

The first line made his eyes fill with tears.

My son, I am sorry I couldn't bring you back sooner.

He read silently for several seconds.

Then he handed the letter to me.

Grandma explained that she'd discovered the fraudulent transfer shortly after Dad disappeared. She had located him, paid for his medical care, and secretly arranged for an investigator to monitor Daniel and Thomas.

But she had also made a terrible decision.

She had agreed to keep Dad's location confidential until she could gather enough evidence to destroy their operation.

She feared that exposing the men too early would put both her granddaughters in danger.

The final paragraph read:

There is one person who knows where the original deed and the missing medical records are hidden. I trusted this person with everything. If you are reading this, ask Olivia Laurent about the night I brought her to the estate.

I looked up.

“Olivia?””

Mom frowned.

“What does Olivia have to do with this?””

Dad looked toward the doorway.

Olivia was standing there, holding her leather folder.

Her face was pale.

“Eleanor asked me never to discuss that night unless both daughters were present.””

I looked at Chloe.

She stepped forward.

“I'm here.””

Olivia nodded.