Chương 6
His expression hardened.
“How?”
A pause.
Then the assistant said quietly, “You know how.”
Damian ended the call.
He drove to his mother’s house twenty minutes later.
Evelyn Vance lived alone in the same mansion where Damian had grown up.
The house was beautiful.
It was also empty.
His father had filled it with expensive furniture and expensive silence.
Evelyn opened the door before he knocked.
She was seventy years old now, her dark hair replaced by silver, but her posture remained controlled.
“You look angry.”
Damian stepped inside.
“I found out about Mabel.”
His mother’s face changed.
Not shock.
Recognition.
That hurt more.
“You knew.”
Evelyn closed the door.
“Damian.”
“No.”
His voice remained calm.
That made the anger stronger.
“I want the truth.”
She walked toward the living room.
“You always did have your father’s stubbornness.”
“Don’t compare me to him.”
The words came faster than he expected.
Evelyn stopped.
For a moment, she looked older.
“I’m not.”
“Then tell me why nobody told me.”
She sat down slowly.
“Because you were finally building your own life.”
“That’s your excuse?”
“No.”
Her voice became quieter.
“It’s my explanation.”
Damian stood across from her.
“Did Dad threaten Mabel?”
Evelyn looked away.
That was answer enough.
“Mom.”
“He believed he was protecting the family.”
Damian laughed once.
It was not amusement.
“That’s what you call it?”
“Your father had a very specific idea of loyalty.”
“Destroying someone’s life is loyalty?”
Evelyn’s fingers tightened around the edge of the chair.
“You don’t understand what happened.”
“Then explain it.”
She was silent.
For the first time in his life, Damian saw hesitation from his mother.
Not because she did not know what to say.
Because she knew exactly what to say.
“I warned him not to do it.”
Damian stared at her.
“You knew.”
“I knew he was angry.”
“You knew she was pregnant?”
Evelyn looked down.
“Yes.”
The room felt colder.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His mother’s eyes filled slightly.
It was the first emotional reaction he had seen from her in years.
“Because I was a coward.”
The honesty surprised him.
She continued.
“I told myself I was preventing a bigger disaster.”
“What disaster?”
“Your father would have destroyed everything around him.”
“That includes Mabel?”
“Yes.”
The answer was immediate.
“And you let him.”
Evelyn looked away.
“Yes.”
Damian turned toward the window.
The anger inside him changed.
It was no longer just about his father.
It was about everyone who watched.
Everyone who decided silence was easier.
“Why was she accused of stealing?”
His mother took a slow breath.
“I don’t know everything.”
“Then tell me what you know.”
“Your father was under pressure.”
“From who?”
“Investors.”
Damian frowned.
“My father controlled the company.”
“He controlled the image of the company.”
That distinction caught his attention.
Evelyn continued.
“There were financial problems.”
“How serious?”
“Serious enough that he needed someone to blame.”
Damian looked back at her.
“Mabel.”
“She found something.”
“What?”
Evelyn shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I expect you to understand that your father did not tell me everything either.”
That was possible.
Arthur Vance had always believed information was power.
He kept secrets from employees.
From partners.
Sometimes even from family.
“What did Mabel find?”
Evelyn looked at him.
“Something that scared him.”
The answer stayed with Damian.
Because it matched everything else.
The missing records.
The rushed accusation.
The destroyed reputation.
Mabel had not been targeted because she was weak.
She had been targeted because she noticed something.
When Damian returned to the cottage that afternoon, Mabel was hanging laundry behind the house.
She looked at him and immediately knew something had happened.
“You talked to her.”
Damian stopped.
“My mother.”
Mabel nodded.
“She finally admitted something?”
“She admitted she stayed quiet.”
Mabel looked down.
“She always hated conflict.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“No.”
Mabel clipped another shirt onto the line.
“It isn’t.”
Damian watched her.
“You knew she knew.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mabel looked at him.
“Because I spent years trying to decide who betrayed me more.”
The answer caught him off guard.
“Your father or me.”
She looked away.
“I never figured out which one hurt worse.”
Damian felt the words settle.
He wanted to defend himself.
He wanted to explain.
But explanations were the reason she was standing there alone.
So he stayed quiet.
After a moment, Mabel spoke again.
“There is something else you need to know.”
Damian looked at her.
“What?”
She walked toward the house and returned holding an old envelope.
The paper was worn from being handled many times.
“I found this after Lily was born.”
He took it carefully.
“From who?”
Mabel looked at the handwriting on the front.
“Your father.”
Damian opened it.
Inside was a single page.
Only a few sentences.
But one line made his hands go still.
I know about the child.
And I know what Mabel discovered.
Damian looked up.
“What did you discover?”
Mabel’s face tightened.
“I never found out completely.”
“Then why did he mention it?”
“Because he knew I was close.”
“To what?”
She looked toward the road.
“The reason he needed someone to blame.”
“The reason he needed someone to blame.”
Damian read the sentence again.
Then again.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
He had seen it on contracts, birthday cards, and letters sent from his father’s office.
Arthur Vance had always written with controlled precision.
Every word looked measured.
Every sentence looked like it had been designed to leave no room for argument.
“What did you find?” Damian asked.
Mabel sat on the porch steps.
“I found irregular transfers.”
“That’s what got you accused.”
“No.”
Her eyes lifted to his.
“That’s what they told everyone.”
Damian remained quiet.
Mabel continued.
“The numbers were wrong, but not because money was missing.”
“What was happening?”
“I don’t know.”
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She looked frustrated by the answer.
“I knew something was wrong because the same vendors appeared in different parts of the company records.”
