Chương 8
Daniel’s face changed.
“You were threatened?”
“Yes.”
“By who?”
Evelyn looked at Adrian.
“I never found proof.”
That answer bothered him.
Because it sounded too familiar.
The same uncertainty.
The same missing pieces.
“You suspected someone in my company,” Adrian said.
“I suspected someone close to you.”
The words landed differently.
Daniel looked at his father.
“Who?”
Adrian shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Evelyn looked at him.
“That’s not true.”
The room went silent.
Adrian’s eyes narrowed.
“What does that mean?”
“You knew something was wrong.”
“No.”
“You felt it.”
“That’s different.”
“Is it?”
Adrian looked away.
Because it was.
He remembered the years before Rebecca died.
Small things.
Numbers that did not match.
Employees leaving suddenly.
A senior executive who became defensive over simple questions.
He had noticed.
But noticing was not the same as proving.
And Adrian had convinced himself that without proof, suspicion was unfair.
Rebecca had not agreed.
“She told me you were afraid of accusing the wrong person,” Evelyn said.
Adrian looked at her.
“She said you were a good man with one dangerous habit.”
“What habit?”
“Waiting too long to act when the people involved mattered to you.”
Nobody spoke.
The sentence felt less like an accusation and more like a wound reopened.
Daniel looked at the floor.
Mara watched Adrian carefully.
She was starting to understand something about him.
The powerful man everyone knew was not someone who lacked emotion.
He was someone who had spent years building walls around it.
A sound came from downstairs.
A door closing.
Everyone froze.
Claire lifted one hand.
Nobody moved.
The quiet lasted several seconds.
Then another sound.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Someone was walking through the warehouse.
Daniel whispered.
“There’s someone here.”
Adrian nodded.
Claire motioned toward the back room.
They moved quickly but quietly.
Mara followed without hesitation.
Adrian noticed.
He wanted to tell her to stay behind.
He didn’t.
He had finally learned that ordering people away did not keep them safe.
They entered the small storage area behind the office.
Old equipment covered the walls.
Boxes were stacked unevenly.
The smell of dust and metal filled the air.
Daniel stood beside his father.
The closeness between them felt strange.
Not repaired.
Not even close.
But present.
A few minutes ago, they had been separated by years of silence.
Now they were hiding in the same dark room.
Mara stood near the doorway with Claire.
Everyone listened.
The footsteps stopped outside.
The office door opened.
Adrian held his breath.
A figure entered.
The person moved toward the desk.
Not rushed.
Not afraid.
They knew exactly what they were doing.
Daniel looked at Adrian.
A question formed silently.
Adrian shook his head.
Wait.
The figure picked up something from the desk.
The letter.
Adrian felt anger rise.
Not because the person had stolen evidence.
Because they had touched Rebecca’s words.
Then the figure spoke.
“You should have left the past alone.”
Adrian knew the voice.
His entire body reacted before his mind accepted it.
He stepped out.
“Victor.”
The man turned.
Victor Hale looked older than Adrian remembered.
His hair had gone almost completely gray.
His expensive coat was wet from the rain outside.
But the confidence remained.
The same confidence of someone who had spent years believing consequences belonged to other people.
Daniel looked between them.
“You know him.”
Adrian did not take his eyes off Victor.
“Yes.”
Victor smiled faintly.
“That’s the problem with old friends.”
The word sounded almost insulting.
“They always think they know you.”
Adrian stepped forward.
“What are you doing here?”
Victor glanced at the letter in his hand.
“I was hoping to prevent you from making the same mistake twice.”
Daniel moved closer.
“You’re the one who sent the package.”
Victor looked at him.
For the first time, something like surprise appeared.
“You really are Rebecca’s son.”
Adrian felt the anger immediately.
“Do not talk about her.”
Victor ignored him.
“You have no idea what she found.”
Daniel’s voice became colder.
“Then tell me.”
Victor looked at the three of them.
Then at Mara.
A small change crossed his expression.
Recognition.
“That explains everything.”
Mara stiffened.
“What?”
Victor looked at Adrian.
“You brought her.”
Adrian stepped between them.
“You stay away from her.”
Victor smiled.
“Still protecting everyone except yourself.”
The words struck because they were too close to the truth.
Then Victor placed the letter back on the desk.
“I didn’t come here to hurt anyone.”
Claire gave a quiet, humorless laugh.
“You broke into a building.”
“I came to warn you.”
Adrian stared at him.
“About what?”
Victor looked at Daniel.
“About the person who convinced you to open this door.”
Daniel frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
Victor’s expression changed.
The confidence disappeared for just a moment.
“Your father has been looking in the wrong direction for eleven years.”
Nobody spoke.
Adrian felt the room narrow.
“Explain.”
Victor looked toward the entrance.
Then back at Daniel.
“Because the person who hid the truth about your mother was never outside your family.”
Daniel went still.
Adrian felt Mara’s hand lightly touch his arm.
Not for comfort.
For balance.
And before anyone could demand another answer, the warehouse lights suddenly went out.
The darkness swallowed the warehouse so completely that for a moment nobody moved.
The sudden silence after the lights disappeared felt worse than the sound of footsteps had.
Adrian could hear his own breathing.
He could hear Daniel shifting beside him.
He could hear Mara quietly inhale.
Then something crashed in the office.
Victor cursed.
A chair scraped against the floor.
“Stay where you are,” Claire whispered.
Nobody listened.
Not because they were reckless.
Because everyone in that room had spent too long waiting for someone else to decide what happened next.
Adrian reached for the small flashlight on his phone.
Before he could turn it on, emergency lights flickered faintly along the walls.
The red glow revealed the office doorway.
Victor was gone.
The letter was gone.
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Daniel stepped forward.
“He took it.”
