Chapter 6 - The Confrontation
Arthur took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.
“I gave you money, Clara. You chose to stay on the streets.”
“I chose to stay because I hoped a piece of my heart was still alive!” Clara shouted.
Thomas stepped between Arthur and the two women, his tall frame blocking the older man.
“You need to leave, Arthur,” Thomas said, his voice dangerously low.
“Or what, Thomas?” Arthur sneered. “You will call the police?”
“I am the law in this city. I know every judge, every captain.”
“You have no proof of anything. A broken pendant is not evidence.”
“And Elena is dead. There is no one left to testify to your ridiculous theories.”
Beatrice felt a cold dread settle in her stomach.
Her father was right.
In the eyes of the law, Clara was a homeless woman with no records.
Arthur had erased her existence thirty-one years ago.
But Beatrice knew there was one thing Arthur cared about more than his freedom.
His reputation.
She pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.
“I’m recording this, Father,” Beatrice said, holding up the device.
“And I am streaming it live to your foundation's social media page.”
Arthur’s face finally cracked, a flash of panic crossing his eyes.
The driver stepped forward, but Thomas met him with a stern, warning look.
“Delete that, Beatrice,” Arthur hissed, his voice losing its calm veneer.
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“No,” Beatrice said, tears streaming down her face.
“The world is going to know exactly who Judge Arthur really is.”
