“What condition?””
“When you turned thirty, control would partially transfer to you.””
I stared at him.
“You never told me.””
“Because I wanted you to choose your own life.””
“And now?””
“Now Richard wants to stop the transfer.””
Everything clicked.
The damaged inventory.
The fake documents.
The attempt to make the company look unstable.
They weren’t stealing random products.
They were trying to create a reason to challenge ownership.
“They want to prove the company is failing.””
“Yes.””
“And then?””
“They can force a legal review of the trust.””
I stood.
“So this was never about the dress.””
My father shook his head.
“No.””
The emerald dress was just the opening move.
A public accusation.
A scandal.
A way to make everyone question leadership.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
A message appeared.
Unknown number.
*You’re asking the wrong questions.*
I stared at it.
Another message arrived.
*Your father never told you what happened to your mother.*
My blood went cold.
I looked at my father.
He saw my expression.
“What is it?””
I handed him the phone.
The moment he read the message, his face changed.
Not anger.
Fear.
“Who sent this?””
“I don’t know.””
He stood immediately.
“Evelyn, listen to me carefully.””
“What?””
“Do not respond.””
“Why?””
His voice dropped.
“Because whoever sent that knows something they should not know.””
I looked at the message again.
Then I noticed something.
A detail I almost missed.
The sender wasn’t hidden.
There was a name attached.
Chapter 8: The Truth About the Emerald Dress
The meeting with Richard happened three hours later.
Not because we wanted it.
Because he wanted it.
His lawyer contacted my father and requested a private discussion.
A discussion.
That was the word they used.
Not confrontation.
Not accusation.
Discussion.
But I knew better.
People who secretly attacked a company rarely asked for conversations unless they needed something.
The meeting took place in an old private club downtown.
Richard arrived exactly on time.
He looked nothing like the villain I had imagined.
That was the unsettling part.
He looked calm.
Professional.
Almost kind.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Evelyn.””
I didn’t smile back.
“Uncle Richard.””
His eyes softened.
“You’ve grown.””
“I was a child the last time you saw me.””
“Yes.””
He looked at my father.
“You never told her.””
My father’s voice was cold.
“Don’t.””
Richard sighed.
“There it is. Still protecting her from reality.””
I stepped forward.
“No. I want reality.””
Richard looked at me.
“Good.””
He sat down.
“Your father has always believed he was the only one who could save this company.””
“That’s not true.””
“Isn’t it?””
My father said nothing.
Richard continued.
“He pushed me away. He destroyed my reputation.””
I stared at him.
“Did he?””
Richard smiled slightly.
“You believe everything he tells you?””
“No.””
That surprised him.
“I believe evidence.””
His smile faded.
Good.
I continued.
“Three million dollars in missing inventory.””
“I didn’t take it.””
“Your partner did.””
“Michael?””
“Yes.””
Richard leaned back.
“Michael made his own decisions.””
“After working with you.””
He didn’t answer.
That was an answer.
I placed the security footage on the table.
“The emerald dress.””
Richard glanced at the image.
“Your employee blamed you.””
“No.””
I looked at him.
“She was instructed to.””
His expression barely changed.
“You think I planned that?””
“I think someone did.””
Richard looked at my father.
“You taught her well.””
My father’s face hardened.
“She is nothing like us.””
Richard laughed quietly.
“No. She’s better.””
That sentence surprised everyone.
Richard looked at me.
“Do you know why the dress mattered?””
“Tell me.””
“Because that dress was supposed to be presented at the anniversary event.””
“Yes.””
“But it wasn’t just a dress.””
I frowned.
“What does that mean?””
Richard looked at my father.
“Tell her.””
My father didn’t speak.
“Dad?””
He closed his eyes.
Then finally said:
“The emerald stones came from your mother’s private collection.””
I froze.
“My mother?””
“Yes.””
Richard continued.
“Before she died, she created a final design. She wanted the emerald collection to represent the family legacy.””
I looked at the image.
The dress suddenly felt different.
It wasn’t just luxury.
It was memory.
Richard leaned forward.
“And that is why I knew your father would react.””
My eyes narrowed.
“You damaged it to hurt him.””
“No.””
“Then why?””
Richard looked at me.
“Because I wanted to know something.””
“What?””
“Whether your father still cared about the company.””
I stared at him.
“That makes no sense.””
“It does.””
He glanced at my father.
“He stopped trusting everyone after your mother died.””
My father’s expression changed.
Richard continued.
“He became obsessed with protecting the company. He forgot the people inside it.””
“That doesn’t excuse what happened.””
“No.””
For the first time, Richard looked serious.
“It doesn’t.””
The room became quiet.
Then his lawyer placed a document on the table.
My father looked at it.
“What is that?””