“He silently carried the weight of his father’s guilt,” I whispered, my heart breaking.
“Mark isn’t afraid I’m a fraud,” Arthur said. “He’s terrified of me.”
“Since you’re a billionaire now,” I understood. “You can reopen the police investigation.”
“Exactly,” Arthur nodded. “If Emma goes abroad at my expense, Mark will lose control.”
“He knows you’ll expose him eventually,” I said.
“He let his daughter suffer to hide his crime,” Arthur added darkly. “He hid his money so no one would discover his past.”
“And now he’s willing to let her die to keep his secret safe,” I shouted.
I looked down at the official police report I held in my shaking hands.
The fear that had paralyzed me for a decade suddenly vanished, replaced by a ferocious fury.
With evidence of Mark’s hit-and-run accident in my hands, I realized I had to risk destroying my family’s past to save my daughter’s future.
Emma had been hospitalized again two days earlier following another serious incident, and Mark was waiting for her in her hospital room when I arrived.
I hurried into the hospital room and slammed the police file on the table.
“You’re wasting your time,” Mark sneered. “I’ll never sign those transfer papers.”
