“My sister,” Ethan replied calmly. “The woman you called useless last night.”

The silence turned suffocating.

“She never depended on you,” Ethan continued. “You depended on her.”

A pause.

“And on me.”

Daniel felt something slipping—control, certainty, everything he thought he had.

“This can’t be…”

Ethan pulled out another document.

“Bank transfers.”

Another.

“Property ownership.”

Another.

“Equity shares.”

He placed them one by one on the table.

“Everything you have,” Ethan said evenly, “came from us.”

A pause.

“It was never yours.”

Daniel shot to his feet.

“This is abuse!”

Ethan didn’t move.

“No.”

A beat.

“This is consequences.”

The door opened.

Two lawyers stepped in.

Followed by a legal representative.

“As of now,” one of them said, “you are removed from your position.”

“What?!” Daniel shouted.

“For breach of contract, misconduct, and abuse of authority.”

Daniel turned to Ethan, desperate now.

“This is because of her—”

Ethan’s gaze didn’t change.

“No.”

A pause.

“This is because of you.”

Hours later, Daniel walked out of the building.

No office.

No title.

No power.

Nothing.

When he got home…

the locks were changed.

He knocked hard.

“Mom!”

Margaret opened the door, confusion already forming on her face.

“What happened?”