“I protected this family!” Helena cried, her voice cracking as she threw the tablet onto the glass coffee table.

It slid across the polished surface and struck a silver tray with a sharp clink.

“You protected your control,” I said, speaking up for the first time.

Helena whipped her head toward me, her teeth clenched, her eyes wild.

“You,” she spat, taking a step in my direction.

“You ruined everything the moment you walked back into Chicago.”

Blake stepped between us, his broad shoulders blocking her view of me.

“Do not look at her,” Blake said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register.

“Do not speak to her.”

Arthur stood by the double doors, his eyes fixed on the herringbone pattern of the hardwood floor.

He looked like a man who knew his career was over.

“Arthur,” Blake called out without turning around.

“Sir?” Arthur replied, his voice barely audible.

“Call the head of security at the corporate office,” Blake ordered.

“Tell him to deactivate my mother’s keycards for every Harrington building globally.”

Helena gasped, her hand flying to the pearls at her throat.