The room goes completely silent.
For a moment I think I misread the name.
But the screen doesn’t change.
Eduardo Valez.
My father.
Marcus exhales slowly. “Well. That escalated.”
I can’t move. My chest feels tight, like the air has been pulled out of the room.
“That’s wrong,” I whisper.
Marcus doesn’t look convinced. “Corporate registry filings are rarely wrong.”
Adrian studies the document again. Carefully. Methodically. Like he’s searching for a mistake that would make this easier to accept.
“There’s no error,” he says quietly.
My stomach twists. “How long?”
Marcus scrolls again. “Ownership transfer… two years ago.”
The words feel unreal.
Two years.
That means my father acquired Margaret Lawson’s company after the crash. After the coma. After everything fell apart.
My thro
