“That fatherless baby deserves nothing. Give us your 12%.” My parents demanded my inheritance, unaware that the person about to take everything from them was already approaching my hospital room.

“This will be preserved as evidence of coercion,” she said. “Clara will not sign anything here.”

Beatrice turned toward her daughter.

“What have you done?”

Clara held Lucas closer.

“I stopped protecting you.”

For years, Clara had remained silent about suspicious contracts, ghost vendors, and enormous bonuses approved while factory workers lost their jobs.