Chapter 4

The morning light filtered through my kitchen window as I stared at the manila folder my father's investigator had delivered. Three days had passed since my father arrived, and the house that had once felt like a tomb now hummed with purpose. Laptop screens glowed on my dining table, where two forensic accountants typed quietly, their expressions grim.

"Mrs. Thompson," the lead investigator said, sliding the folder toward me. "We found something you need to see."

I opened it with steady hands—hands that no longer trembled when confronted with the truth.

"Her name is Chen," he explained, pointing to a…