Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

"But neither of them was the child Henry was trying to protect."

I couldn't speak.

Elizabeth took a shaky breath.

"Your husband left the company to someone he believed would eventually find you."

My heart hammered.

"Who?"

She began sobbing.

"Me."

The room went silent.

Then she whispered:

"Gloria, I'm your daughter."

My hands went numb.

"And Malcolm didn't steal six million dollars because he wanted your company."

I could barely breathe.

"Then why?"

Elizabeth's voice trembled.

"Because he found the original medical records."

A pause.

"And those records prove that Henry didn't die eighteen years ago from the illness everyone believed he had."

I stopped breathing.

Then she said one final sentence.

"Gloria, your husband discovered what happened to all three babies, and someone made sure he never got the chance to tell you."

The line disconnected.

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