He looked at me, then down at Lily, and finally at his son. There was no shock on his face. There was only recognition.
“You knew,” Dominic whispered, his voice dropping into a hollow realization. “Dad, you knew she was carrying my child.”
PART 3
Arthur Vance adjusted his platinum watch cuff with a slow, clinical precision. “I suspected the physical metrics weeks before she disappeared, Dominic,” the old titan replied, his tone entirely conversational. “And I authorized your mother to execute the insulation strategy. A grandchild born from a woman who holds structural leverage over our primary holding shares makes the corporate governance entirely too complicated. Sentiment is a luxury our balance sheet cannot afford.”
Dominic stared at his father as if the man had just transformed into a monster before his eyes. The absolute reverence he had held for Arthur’s corporate genius for thirty years disintegrated in a single sentence.
