“Amelia, if the company goes under, we lose everything,” he said, his voice desperate. “Our house, Lily’s trust fund, the estate. Everything.”

“You should have thought about that before you helped your father hide his assets,” I said.

“I didn’t know the extent of it!” Grant yelled, his face turning red. “I was just doing what my father told me to do!”

“Quiet, Grant,” Conrad barked, slamming his fist onto the arm of his chair.

The heavy thud echoed in the room, silencing his son instantly.

Conrad stood up slowly, his tall frame towering over the coffee table.

He walked over to me, stopping only a foot away, his breath smelling faintly of expensive scotch and cigars.

“You think you’ve won something here, don’t you?” Conrad whispered, his eyes locked onto mine. “You think you can use this to get a bigger settlement in your little divorce.”

“I don’t want a settlement, Conrad,” I said, holding his gaze without blinking. “I want my daughter, and I want the truth.”

“The truth is whatever I pay the judges to say it is,” Conrad said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.