Chapter 4 - The Arrival of Harrison Vance
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Garrett stared at the glittering ring on the floor, then looked back up at me. His expression twisted from shock into something ugly and desperate.
“You’ll never get custody of Theo,” Garrett threatened, puffing out his chest. “I have the lawyers. I have the money. You’re just a farm girl.”
A calm, deep, and incredibly authoritative voice came from the main entrance behind him.
“She already has all the evidence she needs.”
The heavy wooden doors of the ballroom swung wide open. My biological father, Harrison Vance, entered the room flanked by two sharp-suited corporate attorneys and the hotel’s terrified general manager.
Harrison Vance rarely appeared in public. He controlled one of the largest, most powerful privately held industrial companies in the country, but he aggressively avoided interviews and never allowed his photograph to be placed on corporate websites or financial magazines.
Garrett had met him exactly twice during our marriage. Both times, dressed in casual clothes, I had introduced him simply as Harry, an old, eccentric family friend from Iowa.
Now, Garrett stared at the imposing billionaire, slowly realizing the catastrophic magnitude of his error.
The hotel manager scurried forward, holding up a high-definition tablet.
“The ballroom security cameras recorded absolutely everything, Mr. Lawson,” the manager said, his voice shaking slightly. “Including you deliberately kicking the chair out from under that elderly woman.”
Garrett finally looked truly afraid. The arrogance evaporated, leaving only panic.
Hotel security officers approached him quickly, forming a barrier between him and the rest of the room. Simultaneously, paramedics rushed through the side doors, hurrying toward Ruth.
I immediately knelt beside her, my heart breaking at the sight of the blood matting her gray hair.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice frail.
“For what?” I asked, gently pressing a clean napkin to her forehead.
“I ruined Theo’s beautiful christening.”
“You didn’t ruin anything, Mom,” I assured her, using the title she deserved.
She looked past me, her eyes fixing on Garrett, who was currently arguing wildly with hotel security.
“I should have known exactly what kind of man he was,” Ruth said sadly.
“So should I.”
Ruth’s calloused, warm hand closed tightly around mine.
“You just wanted your family to work, Evelyn.”
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“Yes.”
“That doesn’t make his cruel choices your fault.”
