Andrew’s POV……
The conference room on the forty-second floor felt colder than usual. Maybe it was the air conditioning, or maybe it was the weight of what we were about to begin. My lawyers sat around the table—four of the sharpest attorneys in the country, all staring at the files I’d dumped in front of them.
“Mr. Sterling,” Colonel Price, the oldest and most no-nonsense of the group, said as he flipped through the evidence. “You understand what this case implies? Once we file—your father will be charged with homicide, manipulation of medical reports, and decades of financial abuse. There’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I said calmly. “I want to go through.”
Price nodded once, accepting my resolve.
I laid both palms on the glossy table. “We push forward. Full speed.”
On
