“Yes.””
The information felt wrong.
I had always believed I created the Grand Regent.
I bought the first struggling hotel after years of saving money.
I rebuilt it.
I expanded.
I turned it into a chain.
My father had nothing to do with it.
At least, that was what I believed.
Daniel continued.
“Your father owned several properties before you ever entered the industry.””
I shook my head.
“I knew he had businesses.””
“Not just businesses.””
Daniel looked serious.
“He built the original network that became the Grand Regent.””
I felt a strange emptiness.
“Why didn’t he tell me?””
“Because he wanted you to build something without his shadow.””
I looked at him.
“That sounds like him.””
It did.
My father always believed people should earn their place.
Even me.
Especially me.
Daniel continued.
“When your father realized someone inside his organization was manipulating finances, he disappeared intentionally.””
“And Claire found out?””
“Yes.””
“How?””
“Because she discovered old ownership records.””
I remembered Claire’s warning.
*There’s something wrong.*
She wasn’t talking about theft.
She was talking about something much bigger.
“Where is he now?””
Daniel hesitated.
“I don’t know.””
That answer made me angry.
“You expect me to believe you?””
“I’m telling the truth.””
“You were there when Claire died.””
Daniel looked down.
“Yes.””
“You knew Nathan was investigating.””
“Yes.””
“You knew my father was alive.””
“Yes.””
I stared at him.
“And you still said nothing.””
His expression broke.
“I made a promise.””
“To Claire?””
“Yes.””
I shook my head.
“Everyone keeps making promises to Claire.””
My voice cracked.
“But nobody thought about what I needed.””
Daniel looked hurt.
And maybe he deserved to.
But maybe he also carried pain I didn’t understand.
“What happened that night?”” I asked.
Daniel was quiet.
Then he began.
“Claire called me around 9 p.m.””
“On the night of the accident?””
“Yes.””
“What did she say?””
“She said she had proof.””
“Proof of what?””
“That someone was using the Grand Regent to hide illegal financial activity.””
I looked at the documents.
“Thomas.””
“Part of it.””
“Who else?””
Daniel shook his head.
“She didn’t know yet.””
“Then why was she meeting Nathan?””
“Because Nathan had found something.””
“What?””
“A hidden ownership agreement.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Between who?””
Daniel looked at me.
“Your father and someone else.””
“Who?””
He hesitated.
“Robert Hayes.””
I froze.
The security chief.
The man whose face had appeared in Nathan’s photograph.
“The head of security?””
Daniel nodded.
“Your father trusted him.””
“And he betrayed him?””
“Yes.””
“How?””
Daniel looked toward the archive room.
“Robert helped someone manipulate access, records, and company information for years.””
My mind raced.
The cameras.
The security logs.
The stolen files.
It all connected.
But there was still one question.
“If Robert was involved, why is he still working at the Grand Regent?””
Daniel looked at me.
“Because nobody knew.””
“Nobody?””
“Except Claire.””
“And Nathan.””
“And me.””
I stared.
“And Thomas?””
Daniel didn’t answer.
That was enough.
“Thomas knew.””
“Yes.””
I turned away.
The list of betrayals kept growing.
People I trusted.
People I defended.
People I called family.
All connected to a secret I never knew existed.
Then my phone rang.
The screen showed an unknown number.
Daniel looked at it.
“Don’t answer.””
I looked at him.
“Why?””
“Because whoever it is knows we’re talking.””
I answered anyway.
“Hello?””
A familiar voice responded.
“Ethan.””
My blood ran cold.
Not because I recognized the voice.
Because I didn’t.
It was calm.
Controlled.
Almost gentle.
“You’ve learned a lot tonight.””
I didn’t speak.
The voice continued.
“I’m disappointed.””
“Who are you?””
“You already know.””
“No.””
A pause.
Then:
“You spent your entire life trying to prove you weren’t like him.””
My grip tightened.
“Like who?””
The voice laughed softly.
“Your father.””
I looked at Daniel.
He heard it.
The caller continued.
“You think he abandoned you.””
“Where is he?””
“You think Claire was protecting you.””
“Where is my father?””
“You think Nathan disappeared.””
My voice hardened.
“Answer me.””
The person ignored me.
“You still don’t understand the game.””
“I’m done playing games.””
“No, Ethan.””
The voice became colder.
“You’re finally starting.””
The call went silent for a moment.
Then the person said:
“Come to the old Vance estate.””
My heart stopped.
The old estate.
The house where I grew up.
The place that had been empty since my father’s death.
“Why?””
“Because that’s where Claire discovered the truth.””
I didn’t answer.
The voice continued.
“And Ethan?””
“Yes?””
“Come alone.””
The call ended.
Daniel immediately shook his head.
“No.””
I looked at him.
“I have to.””
“It’s a trap.””
“Probably.””
“Then why go?””
I looked toward Lily.
Then at Claire’s letter.
Then at the message that had brought me here.
Because after two years of silence, I finally had a chance to understand what happened.
“I spent ten years believing my father was dead.””
I grabbed my coat.
“I spent two years believing Claire died in an accident.””
I looked at Daniel.
“I’m done burying the truth.””
Before Daniel could stop me, my phone buzzed again.
Another message.
This time, from the unknown number.