Chapter 4: The Price of Silence
We moved into a private lounge while reporters crowded the ballroom doors.
Celeste locked the room and laid the photograph on the table.
“Start with my mother,” she said.
“Why did she meet you?”
Vivian remained standing.
“Mara contacted me after her mother collapsed at work.”
“My mother’s name is Nora Ellis,” I said.
“She was your father’s junior accountant.”
Richard folded his arms.
“She was dismissed for misconduct.”
“She discovered missing pension deposits,” I said.
“She falsified records.”
Vivian slid a letter across the table.
“Then why did you pay her every month for twenty-nine years?”
Celeste read the first line.
“What is this?”
“A confidentiality agreement,” I said.
“Your father stopped paying when my mother refused to sign a new one.”
Richard leaned toward me.
“Nora accepted every dollar.”
“She used it to raise the child you refused to acknowledge.”
“She knew the arrangement.”
“Did I?”
His jaw tightened.
Celeste pushed the letter away.
“Why is my mother’s signature here?”
Vivian sat beside her.
“Richard told me the payments were for an employee injured in an accident.
I signed without asking enough questions.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“No.
I expect you to be angry.”
Celeste looked at the wine dripping from my sleeve.
“You walked into my gala knowing this?”
“I walked in knowing you planned to humiliate me.”
“You sent messages to our investors.”
“I sent evidence to investigators.”
“You wanted cameras there.”
“So did you.”
Celeste flinched.
She crossed to a cabinet, took out a clean shawl, and held it toward me.
“Put this around your shoulders.”
I did not move.
“It isn’t forgiveness,” she said.
“No one should have to stand there soaked while men discuss her life.”
I accepted it.
“Thank you.”
Richard laughed once.
“How touching.
Two strangers pretending to be sisters.”
Vivian faced him.
“They are sisters because of what you did, not because of what they choose tonight.”
Richard’s phone rang.
He looked at the name, then silenced it.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“No one.”
My phone rang a second later.
The care home’s number appeared on the screen.
I answered.
“This is Mara.”
A woman’s breath came quickly through the speaker.
“Ms.
Ellis, this is Helen from Rosewood.
Your mother’s transfer has been authorized.”
“What transfer?”
Richard watched me without blinking.
Helen lowered her voice.
“A private medical service arrived with guardianship papers.
They said Mr.
Vale approved them.”
“No one called me.”
“We tried.
The order says you no longer have authority.”
I gripped the phone.
“Do not let them move her.”
“They already left.”
The shawl slipped from my shoulders.
Celeste caught it before it reached the floor.
“Mara?”
Richard picked up his coat.
“Perhaps now we can discuss this sensibly.”
“You moved my mother.”
“I arranged better care.”
“You had no right.”
“A judge disagreed.”
Vivian stood.
“What did you offer him?”
Richard opened the door.
“Withdraw the evidence, sign a public statement saying Nora fabricated everything, and she can return to Rosewood tonight.”
Celeste stared at him.
“You’re using a sick woman as leverage?”
“I am protecting fifty thousand employees from your sister’s recklessness.”
“You stole from those employees,” I said.
“Prove it without the ledger.”
My knees weakened.
Vivian reached for me, but Richard stepped between us.
“You have one hour, Mara.”
Celeste pulled out her phone.
“Tell us where Nora is.”
Richard looked at his daughter as if she were a disappointing employee.
“Choose carefully.
When this is over, only one of you will still carry my name.”
He left and locked the door from the outside.
Celeste immediately tapped the screen.
“What are you doing?” Vivian asked.
“Father’s cars are tracked through the family security system.”
A map appeared.
One black vehicle was moving north.
Celeste enlarged the route, and the color left her face.
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“That isn’t going to a hospital,” she whispered.
“It’s going to the old Vale records warehouse.”
