At my side was an elderly woman leaning on a gold cane. Her steps were measured, but her presence silenced the room. She wore an ivory suit and diamond earrings that caught the light.
When Adrian saw her, the microphone slipped from his hand.
His face drained of color.
“Mother?”
Chloe instinctively stepped back, clutching the baby.
The woman beside me was Eleanor Harrington—the true founder of the Harrington empire and Adrian’s mother.
Two years earlier, Adrian had announced that she was suffering from advanced dementia. He sent her to a private facility in Switzerland and banned all visits, claiming she was unstable and dangerous.
On that basis, he secured power of attorney and full control of the company.
But I knew something wasn’t right.
Eleanor wasn’t losing her mind.
Adrian had been quietly medicating her, making her appear confused.
After he threw me away, I had nothing left to lose. I tracked down the clinic. Used my remaining savings. I brought her back to the United States and placed her under the care of independent specialists.
Gradually, the fog lifted.
Now we stood together in the center of his celebration.