“You speak of security and support.”

“Are you aware of the financial investigations currently targeting your family’s charitable foundation?”

Vance stood up. “Objection, Your Honor. Relevance.”

“It speaks to the stability of the environment, Your Honor,” Sarah countered.

Judge Miller waved his hand. “I’ll allow it. Overruled.”

Evelyn’s smile did not waver, but her fingers tightened on the edge of the wooden witness box.

“Those are minor accounting discrepancies, Ms. Jenkins,” Evelyn said smoothly.

“They have no bearing on our ability to care for Rosie.”

Sarah smiled slightly.

“Let’s talk about the support you offered Emily Carter when she was pregnant,” Sarah said.

“Is it true you cut off her access to the family medical plan?”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed.

“That was an administrative decision made by the firm’s board,” Evelyn said.

“Not a personal one.”

The courtroom was silent except for the soft clicking of the court reporter’s machine.

I looked at Nathan.

He was watching Evelyn with a cold, calculating intensity.

He leaned over to Sarah’s assistant and whispered something.

The assistant nodded and quickly began typing on her laptop.

“Mrs. Whitmore,” Sarah continued.