“She wanted to ruin your career before it even began,” Eleanor said.

Ethan scrolled again, his thumb moving faster now.

He reached a message from three years ago.

*I have people watching the daycare. One phone call to Ethan, and the police will find drugs in your locker.*

“My God,” Ethan whispered.

He looked at the contact number at the top of the screen.

He knew that number.

It was the private line his father used for his personal security team.

The room was completely silent except for the steady beep of my heart monitor.

The two men in suits shifted their weight, looking uncomfortable.

“Mrs. Harrison?” the lead man asked. “Should we call the transport ambulance?”

“No,” Ethan said.

He spoke the word with absolute authority.

He stood up straight, holding the phone tightly in his right hand.

“Ethan, you have a court order to obey,” Eleanor said.

“Your father went to great lengths to secure those children’s safety,” she said.

“Safety from what?” Ethan asked. “From me? Or from the truth?”

“From her lifestyle,” Eleanor said, pointing a manicured finger at me.