“My parents’ company, Harrison Biotech, was testing an unapproved gene therapy,” Ethan said.

“They used patients from low-income clinics, people who didn’t have the resources to fight back.”

“And they used your name to sign off on the medical charts,” Maya added, her fingers flying across her keyboard.

“They forged my signature,” Ethan said, his voice tight. “To keep me bound to the company legacy.”

“If I tried to leave, they would release the records and ruin my career.”

“What does this have to do with me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“You found out about the discrepancies when you worked in the billing department,” Maya said.

“You started asking questions, and that’s when Richard Harrison decided to neutralize the threat.”

She turned her laptop toward me, showing a scanned document.

It was a wire transfer authorization with my name on it, signed by Eleanor Harrison.

“They paid off your old landlord, your credit card companies, and your car loan,” Maya said.

“Then they made it look like you took a bribe to stay quiet.”

“I never saw that money,” I said, tears stinging my eyes. “I lost everything.”