Chương 7
Silver hair.
Expensive suit.
A calm expression that made people underestimate him.
That was his talent.
Making people comfortable.
He had been my father’s closest friend.
After my father died, Vincent became the man who taught me how to negotiate.
How to recognize weakness.
How to survive.
He had attended my wedding.
He had held Grace as a baby.
He had cried when doctors told us she would never see.
At least, I thought he cried.
Now I wondered what else I had believed because I wanted to.
“Michael.”
His voice carried familiar warmth.
I hated that.
Familiar things were harder to question.
“Vincent.”
He looked toward Grace.
“Grace.”
She nodded.
“Hello, Vincent.”
He smiled.
“You’ve gotten taller.”
“I know.”
A small pause.
Then Grace added.
“People say that a lot when they don’t know what else to say.”
The corner of Vincent’s mouth moved.
Almost a smile.
Almost.
“I suppose that’s true.”
I watched him.
Not his words.
His reaction.
He was careful.
Too careful.
“You came quickly,” I said.
“Daniel sounded concerned.”
“He should be.”
Vincent looked around the room.
“What happened?”
I placed the photograph from the hidden box on the table.
His expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
He recognized it.
“Where did you get that?”
The question came before he could stop it.
I noticed.
So did Daniel.
“You know this picture?”
Vincent looked at me.
“I have seen it.”
“Where?”
He did not answer immediately.
That delay was the first honest thing he had done.
“Your mother showed it to me once.”
“When?”
“Years ago.”
“How many?”
His jaw tightened.
“Michael.”
“No.”
My voice hardened.
“You don’t get to use my name like that and avoid the question.”
The room shifted.
Vincent looked older.
Not weaker.
Just older.
“I knew this day would come.”
Grace tilted her head.
“What day?”
Vincent looked at her.
“The day your father stopped trusting everyone.”
I almost laughed.
“Stopped?”
I stepped closer.
“I think I’m finally starting.”
His eyes moved to the letter.
“You found it.”
Not a question.
A statement.
Daniel moved slightly.
I noticed.
He noticed too.
“What was in the second page?” I asked.
Vincent went still.
“There was a second page?”
I watched his face.
Not his words.
His face.
And I knew.
He was lying.
Not because he was bad at it.
Because he was good.
People who lied badly were easy.
People who lied well were dangerous.
“Vincent.”
He sighed.
“I hoped you would never have to know.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“No.”
He looked at Grace.
“It isn’t.”
My patience disappeared.
“What did my mother find?”
Vincent looked toward the window.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he spoke.
“Your father was not the only person making decisions inside the family.”
I waited.
“Someone else had influence.”
“Who?”
Vincent looked at me.
“Someone you have spent your entire life protecting.”
The words felt familiar.
Too familiar.
Like the same warning had been following me through every room tonight.
The people closest to you.
The people closest to you.
My eyes moved to Grace.
Her expression changed.
“Dad.”
“What?”
“There’s someone outside.”
Everyone turned.
Daniel immediately reached for his phone.
“How do you know?”
Grace looked toward the window.
“I heard the gate.”
“The gate alarm didn’t trigger.”
She shook her head.
“Not the alarm.”
A pause.
“The gate itself.”
I moved toward the window.
The driveway was empty.
Rain covered the glass.
Nothing moved.
Then Daniel’s phone rang.
He answered.
His face changed.
“What?”
Silence.
Then:
“Repeat that.”
Everyone waited.
Daniel looked at me.
“The front gate camera recorded someone leaving.”
“Who?”
He looked down at his phone.
“Thomas Bell.”
My stomach tightened.
“Impossible.”
Daniel swallowed.
“He left ten minutes ago.”
I looked toward the hallway.
Thomas was supposed to be upstairs.
Under guard.
“Where is he now?”
Daniel stared at the screen.
Then slowly looked up.
“He isn’t.”
The room went silent.
“His room is empty.”
I felt something cold settle inside me.
Because suddenly I understood the worst possibility.
Thomas had not been trying to hide from us.
He had been trying to warn us.
And whatever he was afraid of had already happened.
And whatever he was afraid of had already happened.
I moved before anyone spoke.
“Find him.”
Daniel was already calling security.
“Lock the gates.”
“Already done.”
“Check the roads.”
He nodded.
The room became movement and noise.
Phones rang.
Footsteps crossed the marble floor.
People who had been standing quietly moments earlier suddenly had instructions, responsibilities, and fear.
Grace stayed beside me.
She did not move.
That worried me more than panic would have.
“Grace.”
“I’m listening.”
“Go upstairs.”
“No.”
I looked at her.
She lifted her chin slightly.
“You said we were doing this together.”
The words caught me because I remembered saying them.
Not exactly.
But enough.
I had spent years making promises to her that sounded like love but felt like orders.
This time, I forced myself to choose differently.
“Stay with me.”
She nodded.
Vincent watched the exchange.
Something passed across his face.
Regret.
I noticed because I had spent my life watching people hide things.
“What?” I asked.
He looked away.
“Nothing.”
“That answer has become very popular tonight.”
Vincent sighed.
“You sound like your father.”
I hated how much that bothered me.
“What does that mean?”
“It means when he was afraid, he became impossible to reach.”
I stared at him.
“And when I’m afraid?”
“You become louder.”
The answer was so honest that I almost reacted.
Almost.
Instead, I walked toward the security room.
The house that had always felt like a fortress suddenly felt unfamiliar.
Every hallway looked the same.
Every locked door looked like something someone could unlock.
Every person walking past became a question.
The security team pulled up Thomas’s movement records.
Daniel stood beside the monitor.
“He left through the service entrance.”
“Why didn’t anyone stop him?”
The guard operating the system looked uncomfortable.
“He had clearance.”
“From who?”
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Nobody answered.
I looked at the screen.
