# Chapter 15: The Turning Point
Richard’s face drained of all color.
He stared at the real ledger in Adrian’s hand as if it were a venomous snake.
“You can’t prove anything with that,” Richard sputtered.
“It is just the scribblings of a dead maid.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
He walked over to his uncle and looked down at him.
“The FBI disagrees,” Adrian said smoothly.
“I sent high-resolution scans to the federal prosecutor an hour ago.”
He tilted his head.
“They are digging up the foundation of the old Vale Resort as we speak.”
Richard flinched.
“They found the unregistered guest’s body, Richard,” Adrian whispered.
“The one Charles buried to cover his tracks.”
Evelyn gasped from the ground.
She looked at Bianca, who was shivering violently on the pavement.
“Who was it?” Evelyn asked.
Adrian turned to look at her.
His eyes were full of a terrible sorrow.
“It wasn’t just my mother that Charles poisoned that night,” Adrian explained softly.
“There was a private investigator.”
He looked back at Richard.
“My mother hired him to prove my father was funneling company money into illegal accounts.”
“Charles killed them both to protect the empire.”
Police sirens began to wail in the distance.
Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the rain-slicked bridge.
Dozens of squad cars surrounded the scene.
Officers swarmed out, placing handcuffs on Richard and his mercenaries.
Bianca sat on the curb, hugging her knees to her chest.
She looked utterly broken.
Adrian walked back to Evelyn and knelt beside her.
“Are you hurt?” he asked frantically.
He ran his hands over her arms and shoulders.
“I am okay,” she breathed.
Suddenly, she gripped his arm tightly.
A sharp, agonizing cramp ripped through her abdomen.
It was not like the stress pains from the hospital.
This was a powerful, rhythmic contraction.
She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut.
Water splashed onto the asphalt beneath her.
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“Adrian,” Evelyn gasped, clutching his soaking lapel.
“My water just broke.”
