“I did not know the woman who left her own mother to rot in a fake clinic.”

“She wasn’t rotting!” Rachel cried.

Her voice cracked, echoing off the high stone ceiling.

“She was getting the best care money could buy.”

“Vance handled everything.”

“Vance used you, Rachel,” I said.

“And you used him.”

“We found the bank transfers.”

“You were moving the trust funds into offshore accounts in your name, not the clinic’s.”

Rachel looked at me, her lips trembling.

She knew she had lost.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“You are going back to the United States,” I said.

“The federal authorities are waiting downstairs.”

“You will face charges of conspiracy, wire fraud, and grand larceny.”

“You can’t let them take me, Alex,” she said, turning back to the prince.

“Please.”

“Use your family’s influence.”

“Tell them it was a misunderstanding.”

Alexander looked down at the floor, then back at her.

“I cannot help you, Rachel,” he said.

“The honor of my family is not a shield for your crimes.”

“You have embarrassed my country and my father.”

The door behind us opened again.