I watched Vivian’s face; a tiny muscle near her jaw twitched, but she remained still.

“They took unauthorized photographs of the children through the playground fence,” Marcus continued.

“We have the security footage from the school, as well as the licensing plates of the vehicles registered to Vivian’s shell companies.”

“This is standard security monitoring for heirs to a major estate,” Harrison interrupted, his voice rising.

“Heirs?” I spoke up, my voice calm but clear enough to carry across the quiet room.

Judge Vance looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead, Ms. Clara.”

“They were not being monitored for security, Your Honor,” I said, looking directly at the judge.

“They were being tracked because Vivian Bradford wanted to find a way to force my cooperation.”

Marcus stepped forward and handed a second set of documents to the bailiff, who passed them to the judge.

“These are financial records from Apex Holdings and Riverfront Logistics,” Marcus said.

“Both are dummy corporations registered in Delaware, with Vivian Bradford listed as the sole beneficial owner.”

Garrett looked up then, his eyes darting from Marcus to his mother.