“You were trying to protect Mara.”
Samuel nodded.
“And you were trying to protect her too.”
Ethan looked at me.
“Yes.”
The silence between them lasted several seconds.
Then Samuel stepped forward and hugged Ethan.
I had never seen my grandfather hug another man like that.
When they separated, Samuel wiped his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Ethan nodded.
“So am I.”
I looked between them.
“What happens now?”
Ethan’s expression hardened.
“Now we finish what our fathers started.”
He opened the wooden box.
Inside was a flash drive.
“The evidence is all here.”
Elena connected it to her laptop.
Documents appeared.
Bank transfers.
Emails.
Property records.
Audio recordings.
Photographs.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts.
Everything.
Years of corruption.
Millions of dollars.
Bribes.
Threats.
And one recording.
A man’s voice filled the room.
Arthur Sterling.
I recognized the name instantly.
The recording was old.
But his voice was clear.
“If Daniel refuses, make the accident look convincing.”
My entire body went numb.
Another voice asked:
“And the family?”
Arthur answered.
“Clean up everyone who knows.”
I closed my eyes.
My parents.
Daniel.
Others.
All because one man wanted to protect his fortune.
Elena immediately copied the evidence to multiple encrypted drives.
“We have enough to bring him down.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Not just him.”
He pointed at the files.
“Look at the recent transactions.”
Elena opened them.
Her face changed.
“What?”
I stepped closer.
Arthur Sterling had been transferring money through a network of companies.
One account was still active.
Nazwisko właściciela sprawiło, że krew mi ostygła.
Samuela Vale'a.
Mój dziadek.
Wpatrywałem się w niego.
“Dziadek?”
Wyglądał na zszokowanego.
“Nic o tym nie wiem.”
Ethan natychmiast zbadał akta.
“To fałszywe konto.”
“Używasz mojego imienia?”
“tak.”
“Dlaczego?”
“Żeby wyglądało na to, że byłeś w to zamieszany.”
Twarz Samuela zbladła.
Artur nie próbował tylko ukryć swoich zbrodni.
