Chapter 9 - The SignatureMargaret sat in the police interview room with a blanket around her shoulders.
She looked smaller than Richard had ever seen her.
Not powerful.
Not elegant.
Just tired.
Richard placed the will on the table between them.
“Who forged my name?”
Margaret stared at it.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then she began to cry.
“Your father did.”
Richard went still.
“He wanted to protect Caleb,” she said. “He believed Victor was coming after the company. He thought putting the inheritance in Caleb’s name would keep it out of Victor’s hands.”
“So he forged my signature?”
“He said you would never agree. You were grieving Elena’s pregnancy complications. You were overwhelmed. He thought he was saving you from the burden.”
Richard laughed once, without humor.
“By stealing my choice?”
Margaret nodded.
“Your father was not always a good man. But he loved you.”
Richard looked at her coldly.
“And you?”
Margaret’s face crumpled.
“I was jealous.”
The truth came out slowly.
Margaret had spent her life believing the Calloway name belonged to her generation—her husband, then Richard, then Daniel.
When she learned Caleb would control the estate one day, she panicked.
Not because she hated Caleb.
Because she feared being forgotten.
“I thought Elena was taking everything from me,” she said. “I let Victor use that fear.”
“You locked my son in a storage room.”
“I know.”
“You told him he didn’t belong.”
“I know.”
“Then you don’t get to call yourself his grandmother until you understand what that did to him.”
Margaret lowered her head.
Detective Morales entered the room.
“Victor Hale has been arrested,” she said.
Richard stood.
But the detective was not finished.
“He has agreed to cooperate. He says he can tell us exactly who helped him sabotage Elena’s car.”
Richard turned back toward Margaret.
Her face lost color.
“No,” she whispered.
Richard saw the answer before anyone said it.
Daniel.
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His younger brother had not only loaned Victor his jacket.
He had been there that night.
