“Yes,” Celeste said.
“And she packed my belongings into trash bags.”
Adrian’s voice was cold.
“She never saw you as her daughter. She saw you as evidence.”
The cruelty of it should have shattered me.
Instead, something inside me became quiet.
Beatrice had stood in my home and insulted my lack of legacy.
All while knowing that I carried both bloodlines.
Vale and Mercer.
Victim and thief.
The hidden child of the man she murdered.
Celeste took my hand.
“There is more.”
I almost laughed.
“How could there possibly be more?”
“The shares in Mercer Aeronautics were inherited through Harold’s father. But the original founding agreement included a blood-heir reversion clause. If fraud by the Mercer controlling family were ever proven, ownership reverted to Daniel Vale or his lawful descendants.”
