“You tested something on me.” My voice didn’t shake this time. It cut. Vordon’s silence confirmed more than words ever could.
Tyrus stepped forward. “Answer her.” Vordon ignored him. His eyes stayed on mine. Calculating. Measuring damage.
“You’re jumping to conclusions,” he said calmly. “Then correct me.”
He didn’t.
The air felt thin. My heart was racing, but my thoughts were strangely clear. The pieces were aligning too fast. “You funded my research,” I said slowly. “Through your father. You pushed me toward memory modulation. You sealed my hospital records. And now you’re telling me I overdosed.” His jaw tightened. “That’s a dangerous story to build without proof,” he replied. Dangerous. Not wrong. Tyrus let out a sharp breath. “You drugged her.” “I saved her,” Vordon snapped. The cr
