"It's possible," James said. "But without more evidence, it's hard to say."
Michael thanked him and ended the call. He turned to face me, his expression serious. "This is what Vanessa's using against you. She's spinning it to make it look like your father was in the wrong."
I nodded as I tightened my jaw . "Then we need to find out the truth. If my father pulled out of that deal for a reason, I need to know what it was."
Michael placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We will. And when we do, Vanessa won't have a leg to stand on."
I met his gaze, my eyes filled with determination. "She's taken enough from us, Michael. It's time to take it all back."
The morning light filtered through the grand windows of Michael's study, casting long, golden beams across the polished mahogany desk. The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass.
