Victoria stepped into the room, her face drained of color. “This family gave you a name.”
“No,” I said. “You offered me a cage and engraved it.”
Claire slammed her purse onto the table. “You think people will believe you? You married him yesterday. This will look like a money grab.”
Naomi opened a second folder. “There is video from the breakfast room. There are medical photographs being taken this afternoon. There are witness statements from household staff who heard the strike and saw the aftermath.”
Victoria’s eyes darted toward the door, where two housekeepers stood near the hallway, whispering.
I had not asked them to lie. I had not had to. The Harringtons had spent years treating employees like furniture, forgetting that invisible people noticed everything.
Ryan lowered his voice. “Emma, baby, please. We can fix this. I was stressed. My family was pressuring me. You know I love you.”
