Chapter 3: The Evidence of Silence
The aftermath was chaos. Handcuffs clinked as the bailiffs swarmed the balcony. Julian and Eleanor were pinned to the ground, but even then, they radiated a sickening confidence.
"You have no proof!" Julian spat, his eyes dark with malice. "It was an accident. The cable was faulty. It’s a civil matter, not criminal!"
Eleanor smoothed her hair, looking around the room as if she were waiting for a butler to bring her tea. "You are just a hysterical girl and a disgruntled servant," she said, looking down at Sarah.
Sarah, weak but alive, looked at Elena. Elena reached into her apron—the same apron she’d been wearing to scrub the floors—and pulled out a worn, yellowed manila envelope.
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"They think they own everything," Elena said, her voice shaking with righteous fury. "They think money buys history. But they forgot that I was the one who raised Julian. I was the one who handled the paperwork when the real Sterling heir was born."
Eleanor’s composure finally cracked. Her face went slack, her eyes widening as she recognized the envelope. "Give me that!"
