Chapter 5 - Nathan's Own Sister Had Authorized Payments to the Doctor Poisoning His Sons—But Her Confession Wasn't What Any of Us ExpectedNathan confronted Valeria immediately.
She didn't deny it.
"I signed the transfers."
Nathan looked devastated.
"Why?"
"Because I was trying to stop Father."
"Father died years ago."
"He didn't."
Silence.
Valeria explained.
Nathan's father had survived a heart attack years earlier and secretly continued to influence the family through shell companies.
Valeria had discovered the illegal research.
She began moving money into the program so she could monitor it.
But she lost control.
Reeves used the funding to continue his own research.
Valeria tried to stop him.
He threatened the twins.
She couldn't risk going to the police.
Not with the family network still intact.
Nathan stared.
"You could have told me."
"I tried."
"When?"
"You wouldn't listen."
"I would have listened."
"You were protecting the family."
"You should have trusted me."
She cried.
"I was afraid."
I looked at her.
"What happened to your father?"
Valeria hesitated.
"He died last year."
Nathan looked confused.
"Then who's been running the accounts?"
She didn't answer.
A security officer entered.
"Sir."
"What?"
"We found the source of the transfers."
He handed Nathan a tablet.
The payments weren't going to Reeves.
They were going to another account.
A pharmaceutical corporation.
One owned by Nathan's late father's former business partner.
The man believed to be dead.
Arthur Kane.
Nathan stared.
"Arthur."
Valeria whispered:
"He survived."
The network was bigger than we thought.
Reeves was only the medical side.
Arthur controlled the money.
Valeria had infiltrated it.
Nathan's father had created it.
And someone else was still controlling them all.
I found one name repeated in the research documents.
The Benefactor.
No identity.
Only instructions.
The Benefactor wanted the antidote.
Why?
Because whoever controlled the antidote could control the weapon.
The twins were the only living proof that the treatment worked.
Nathan looked at me.
"They'll come for the boys."
"Yes."
"Then we move them."
We transferred Jacob and Jonah to a secure medical facility.
But before they left, Jonah whispered:
"Emily."
I turned.
"What?"
"There's a bad man in Daddy's house."
"Who?"
"The one who brings the boxes."
My stomach tightened.
"What boxes?"
"He has a silver ring."
I looked at Nathan.
He immediately called security.
Only one man in the house had a silver ring.
The chief butler.
Thomas Reed.
He had served the family for twenty-five years.
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Nathan trusted him completely.
Now we had to find out whether that trust had been misplaced.
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