Hazel's POV
“If you truly want peace, Julian, then step onto that stage in front of everyone and admit exactly what your family took from mine,” Vivian said, her voice calm and cutting through the phone speaker.
Richard had arranged the call that evening, insisting we hear her directly instead of relying only on secondhand fear and rumor. Julian and I sat close together on the study sofa, both staring at the phone between us.
“And if I do that,” Julian asked carefully, “what exactly do you want in return, Vivian.”
She laughed softly, a sound with no real warmth in it at all. “I want the world to know the Daniel name is not built on brilliance. It is built on stolen shares and ruined families. I want my mother’s name restored to your company’s history.”
“That is fair,” I said quietly,
