It was strange to see them like this, mother and son, united against the monster who had shaped their lives.

Adrian typed a command, and a series of green bypass codes began to cascade down the screen.

“The Hart files are merging,” Isabella whispered.

“I see the offshore routing numbers.”

“There are millions of dollars moving through Panama, Cayman Islands, and Zurich.”

“It all links back to Camille’s father’s shipping firm,” Adrian noted, pointing to a name on the ledger.

“They were using the cargo ships to import illicit goods, then cleaning the money through real estate developments in Chicago.”

“This is the proof the Department of Justice has been trying to find for a decade,” Isabella said.

She tapped the enter key with a decisive click.

A message appeared in bright white letters: *Decryption Complete. Files Saved.*

Adrian exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“We have the files,” he said, pulling the flash drive from the terminal.

But his face did not soften.

“It’s not enough,” he said, turning to look at me.

“The feds won’t act fast enough to protect us based on files alone.”