Chapter 4 - THE WOMAN WHO WOULD NOT LET HIM USE HER CHILD
The investigation began quietly.
Matteo changed security logs without changing schedules.
Dr. Shah replaced Adrian’s medications while maintaining identical packaging.
A forensic accountant began reviewing Moretti holdings through a fake insurance audit.
Nobody told Grace.
Not at first.
Adrian did not want her frightened.
That lasted three days.
Then Grace walked into his office.
“Stop following my daughter.”
Adrian looked up.
“What?”
“There is a man sitting outside the preschool.”
“Security.”
“I know.”
She folded her arms.
“I asked him.”
Adrian almost smiled.
“Most people don't interrogate Moretti security.”
“Most people aren't watching someone watch their three-year-old.”
Fair.
Adrian gestured toward the chair.
“Sit.”
“No.”
“You're angry.”
“Yes.”
“Then definitely sit.”
She remained standing.
Adrian explained enough.
Medication tampering.
Independent testing.
Uncertainty about who knew what.
Grace’s face drained.
“You think Marcus is trying to kill you.”
“I think somebody has been giving me something I did not consent to.”
“And Lily saw him.”
“Yes.”
Grace immediately shook her head.
“No.”
“What?”
“She is done.”
Adrian stared.
“She doesn't answer questions.”
“I wasn't planning—”
“She doesn't repeat what she saw for investigators.”
“Grace.”
“She does not become a tiny witness in whatever war is happening inside your house.”
Adrian became cold automatically.
“You do understand there may be a murderer—”
“She is three.”
Her voice broke.
That stopped him.
“She told you what she saw.”
Grace continued.
“Adults verify the rest.”
Adrian stared.
His father would have threatened her.
Maybe fired her.
Definitely reminded her whose house she stood inside.
Adrian did none of those things.
“You’re right.”
Grace stopped.
Apparently she had prepared for battle.
“What?”
“You’re right.”
“That easy?”
“No.”
He almost smiled.
“But you're still right.”
The preschool surveillance ended that afternoon.
Security remained only at the estate perimeter.
Grace noticed.
That mattered.
Then she asked:
“What happens to Marcus?”
“When I know the truth?”
“Yes.”
Adrian’s expression told her.
“No.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“No what?”
“You don’t kill him.”
He almost laughed.
“Grace.”
“Then don't involve me.”
“He may have been poisoning me.”
“I know.”
“He may be connected to—”
Adrian stopped.
The bombing.
He had not allowed himself to say it yet.
Grace noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That wasn't nothing.”
Adrian looked away.
“Three years ago Marcus changed my Saturday schedule.”
Grace became still.
“The day of the explosion?”
“Yes.”
“He knew the route?”
“Yes.”
“Lots of people did?”
“No.”
That frightened them both.
Grace sat down finally.
“If Marcus did that…”
Adrian’s voice turned quiet.
“I know.”
He had buried Claire.
Sophie.
He had spent three years thanking the man who might have helped put them in the ground.
Grace looked at him.
“Don't decide before you know.”
He almost resented her for saying the exact thing he needed.
“How are you so calm?”
“I’m not.”
She showed him her hands.
They were shaking.
“I just have a daughter who needs me to make decisions with my brain attached.”
Adrian stared.
Then laughed once.
Unexpected.
Grace did too.
For one second the room became lighter.
Then Matteo entered.
He stopped when he saw Grace.
Adrian said:
“She knows enough.”
Matteo nodded.
He placed a folder on the desk.
“What?”
“Marcus’s financials.”
Adrian opened it.
Nothing obvious.
Salary.
Investments.
Property.
Then:
A holding company.
Vermont.
Created two months after the bombing.
Owner concealed through multiple layers.
Beneficiary:
Marcus Vale.
Assets:
Moretti construction shares.
Warehouse leases.
Two nightclubs.
All transferred gradually while Adrian recovered.
Value:
$48 million.
Grace stared.
“How?”
Matteo answered:
“Proxy authorizations.”
Adrian's signatures.
Some real.
Some questionable.
He remembered signing stacks of documents during rehabilitation.
Morphine.
Pain.
Grief.
Marcus beside him.
“Just routine, boss.”
Trust me.
Adrian’s stomach turned.
Another document.
Emergency succession plan.
If Adrian died or became medically incapacitated for more than thirty consecutive days, operational control transferred temporarily to a management committee.
Chairman:
Marcus Vale.
The Moretti family trust would retain ownership.
But Marcus would control the machinery.
The businesses.
Security.
Accounts.
Everything necessary to strip value before courts caught up.
Grace whispered:
“He doesn't need you dead immediately.”
Adrian looked at her.
“No.”
“He needs everyone to believe you're getting worse.”
Exactly.
Three years of visible decline.
Blackouts.
Confusion.
Wheelchair.
Fatigue.
A perfect story.
Adrian looked toward the photograph on his desk.
Claire.
Sophie.
Then:
“Find my old nurse.”
Matteo nodded.
“And Dr. Price.”
“Already watching him.”
Adrian said:
“No contact.”
“Understood.”
Grace started toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“It's safer here.”
She stopped.
Turned.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You deciding.”
Adrian exhaled.
“What do you want?”
“To take Lily to our cottage.”
He hated it.
But said:
“Okay.”
Then:
“Can Matteo put a guard outside without Lily seeing him?”
Grace thought.
“Yes.”
Compromise.
After she left, Matteo looked at Adrian.
“You like her.”
Adrian’s face became dangerous.
Matteo smiled.
“I’ll go find the nurse.”
May you like
Smart man.
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