Patricia quickly rose to her feet, relief filling her voice.
“Marcus, thank God you are here,” she said.
He never acknowledged her presence, keeping his full attention fixed on Abigail.
He removed his hat before bowing his head respectfully.
“I owe this young woman an apology that will not be enough to fix what happened,” he said.
The entire room froze, and I felt Abigail’s fingers tighten around my hand.
Patricia whispered, “Marcus, do not say a word.”
He walked slowly toward the front of the room, every footstep echoing across the polished floor.
“My son built this company with honor, but after his passing, I made the mistake of trusting Patricia and my grandsons to protect his legacy,” he said.
His hand trembled slightly as he placed a small encrypted flash drive onto the judge’s desk.
“They failed that legacy in every way imaginable,” he said.
Patricia’s face crumbled in absolute horror.
