Scarlett’s POV
The table was a battlefield. Maps, coded ledgers, letters in Charles’s precise hand, financial records that traced David’s reach like a spider’s web. Every piece of paper was a weapon now, and I stared at them the way a soldier stares at sharpened blades.
I could hardly sit still. My body vibrated with a restless energy, part triumph, part vengeance, part sheer relief. This was it. The moment Charles had been guiding me toward.
Jasper’s hand moved across the table, lining up the documents into neat stacks, but his brow was furrowed, the lawyer in him already ten steps ahead in caution. Miriam, meanwhile, leaned forward, her chin in her palm, studying every map, every name. She looked as if she’d already begun memorizing the network David had woven.
I broke the silence fi
