Michael's expression shifted, and for a moment, i thought i saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. But it was quickly masked by a look of determination, one i knew all too well. He had gone into damage-control mode, analyzing every possible angle of this new threat.
"That makes sense," Michael muttered, more to himself than to me. "Some of the discrepancies I've noticed in the accounts… It lines up. I thought it was just an error, but if Liam's been covering his tracks—"
He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair in frustration. I watched him, feeling the weight of guilt settle in my chest. I knew that this would cut deep for him; Liam was his brother, after all. Despite everything, Michael had always tried to protect him.
"Why didn't you come to me with this earlier?" Michael asked, his voice rough with emotion.
