His old eyes looked tired, but a look of deep relief washed over his wrinkled face.

“You did the right thing, Sadie,” Arthur said softly, placing a warm hand on my arm.

“Your grandfather would be proud of you for standing up to them.”

“Thank you for helping us, Arthur,” I replied, my voice shaking slightly.

“We aren’t finished yet,” Wyatt said, rubbing the back of my hand.

Harper walked back over to us, holding the plastic evidence bag containing Wyatt’s phone.

“This recording is more than enough to secure a conviction,” Harper said, tapping the plastic.

“But the financial team has some news for you as well.”

“What did they find?” I asked, looking up.

Harper pulled a thick manila folder from under his arm.

“The forensic accountants we put on your father’s firm just sent over their initial audit,” he explained.

“Your father hasn’t just been mismanaging the estate.”

“He’s been running a highly organized embezzlement scheme for nearly twenty-five years.”

“He used dummy corporations to funnel millions out of your grandfather’s trust.”

“And the family home—the one your mother is currently living in—was purchased entirely with those stolen funds.”