One afternoon, Daniel visited me with another envelope.
“Emily, there’s something your father wants you to see.”
Inside was an old document.
It revealed that Jack’s father had once been my father’s closest friend.
Before their business partnership collapsed, he had secretly transferred a significant amount of money into an account belonging to my father.
The money had never been claimed.
My father had spent years trying to locate the rightful owner.
And now we finally understood why Jack had been so interested in our family.
He believed my father had stolen his family’s fortune.
But the documents proved something different: the money had been legally transferred as part of an agreement, and Jack’s family had been hiding the original records.
The entire scheme had been built on a lie that had been passed down for years.
I looked at my sleeping twins.
They had nearly become pawns in a battle that began long before they were born
