He looked at me, a new determination in his eyes.

“I will,” he said. “But we need proof.”

“My father’s lawyers have everything locked down,” I said.

“Not everything,” Ethan said.

“The hospital database keeps old credentialing records and background checks.”

“If my mother submitted those forged pharmacy logs to the board, there will be a digital footprint.”

“They would have used the hospital’s internal network to verify the documents.”

“Can you access them?” I asked.

“No,” Ethan said. “The administrative files are restricted.”

“But Arthur Sterling can.”

“Who is he?” I asked.

“He is the chief administrative officer here,” Ethan said.

“He was my grandfather’s closest friend before he passed.”

“Arthur hates what my father has done to the hospital board.”

“He has been looking for a reason to expose their corporate interference.”

Ethan checked his watch.

“He should still be in his office on the twelfth floor,” he said.

“I will go find him.”

“Be careful, Ethan,” I said, a cold chill running down my spine.

“If your father suspects anything, he will stop at nothing.”

“I know,” Ethan said.