Chapter 25: The Dead Woman's Signature
The boardroom fell into stunned silence.
Richard's accusation hung in the air like a blade.
Charles Hart sat motionless.
His face had gone pale.
For the first time that morning, he looked genuinely shaken.
Amelia felt her pulse hammering in her ears.
"What did you just say?"
Her voice cut through the room.
Richard turned toward her.
Calm.
Too calm.
"I said your father met Harold Whitmore the night before Victoria died."
Every eye shifted toward Charles.
The pressure was immediate.
Crushing.
The chairman slowly removed his glasses.
"Charles?"
No answer.
Charles stared at the table.
His hands clenched tightly.
Amelia had never seen him look like this.
Never.
The silence stretched.
Then stretched further.
Until finally Charles sp
