“Because you’re the only one who can stop him,” she said.

She held up the small silver flash drive.

“Everything is on here. The shell companies, the offshore accounts, the forged signatures.”

Jonathan did not reach for it.

“I told you yesterday, Rebecca. I am stepping down. I am giving up my share of the Vance Group.”

Rebecca stared at him, her lips parting in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious,” she said. “You’re going to hand the entire empire to Harrison?”

“If that is what it takes to protect Mariana and the children, yes,” Jonathan said.

I saw the shift in Rebecca’s face.

It was a mix of anger, shock, and a deep, cutting humiliation.

For years, she had fought to keep Jonathan away from me, believing his wealth was his anchor.

Now, she realized he was willing to throw all of it away as if it were nothing.

“You would lose everything,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “For her? For this?”

She looked around my modest studio, her gaze scanning the half-restored paintings and the exposed brick.

“It is not about the money anymore,” Jonathan said quietly.