Chapter 19: The Signature
The penthouse fell silent.
Neither Amelia nor Alexander moved.
The document remained open on the laptop screen.
Three signatures.
Harold Whitmore.
Richard Hart.
Charles Hart.
Amelia stared at the last name.
Again.
And again.
And again.
As if looking long enough would somehow change it.
It didn't.
Her father's signature remained exactly where it was.
Real.
Undeniable.
A cold knot formed in her stomach.
"No."
The whisper escaped before she realized it.
Alexander said nothing.
For once, he wasn't trying to offer explanations.
Because there weren't any.
The evidence spoke for itself.
"My father wouldn't..."
The words died in her throat.
Wouldn't what?
Lie?
Hide things?
Choose the company over his family?
She already knew he would.
He had
