“I took it with me when I fled.”

“She doesn’t know I saw her type her master password.”

Olivia stood up, her movements slow and shaky as she walked into the small kitchen.

She returned carrying a sleek silver laptop.

She placed it on the coffee table next to the clinic files.

She opened the lid, and the screen lit up, reflecting in her tear-stained eyes.

“There is a folder in her private cloud drive called ‘Project Westbridge,'” Olivia said.

She clicked a few times, her hand trembling on the trackpad.

A list of PDF files appeared on the screen, each one labeled with dates and bank codes.

“These are the bank confirmation receipts,” she whispered.

“Every transfer from the Lawson Group’s primary account to the clinic’s offshore shell company.”

Julian leaned over her shoulder, his eyes wide as he scanned the numbers.

“This is it,” Julian said.

“These are signed by Margaret herself.”

“And they match the exact dates of the egg retrieval and the embryo transfer.”

“This is grand theft of genetic material, bribery, and fraud,” I said.