“The St.
Regis hotel where your mother is hosting Chloe’s party belongs to a fund I control.
Her luxury credit facilities are backed by my capital, and the family estate she’s so proud of is held in a trust where I control ninety-eight percent of the senior debt.”
The revelation left me stunned.
For years, my mother had treated David as an embarrassment, never suspecting that the man she despised held extraordinary financial power over everything she valued.
David stepped closer and gently cupped my face in his rough hands.
“I could have Eleanor Vance stripped of her wealth, her privileges, and her financial security before midnight,” he continued.
“But I’m not going to make this decision for you.”
His eyes remained fixed on mine.
“You have a choice, Clara.
Will you keep sacrificing yourself to be the daughter your mother demands, or will you stand up for the little boy fighting for his life right beside us?”
