One of the female board members took off her glasses.

“Ethan is not in a natural coma,” I continued, looking directly at Jason. “He is being chemically suppressed. Every time he begins to show signs of brain activity, Dr. Harrison adjusts the dosage.”

Jason let out a sharp, cold laugh.

“You are a schoolteacher, not a toxicologist,” Jason said. “You expect this board to delay a multi-billion dollar transition because of some unmarked bottles you stole from a nurse’s cart?”

“Dr. Harrison was hired by you, Jason,” I said, my eyes locked on his. “And the prescriptions for these specific compounds were delivered to this house from a private pharmacy owned by your mother’s holding company.”

The room went entirely silent.

The only sound was the wind howling against the leaded glass windows.

Jason’s face lost its smugness, replaced by a tight, pale anger.

“This is slander,” Jason whispered, his voice trembling with rage. “You are trying to destroy this family’s reputation to save your own father.”

“I have the shipping manifests right here,” I said.

I pulled out a folded sheaf of papers from my cardigan.