“Did you follow me here too, Mother?” “Marshall alerted me to your detour,” Vivian said, surveying the modest room with a cool, cataloguing glance, “and thankfully he did.”

Corbin held up Nathan’s email.

“Did you know our company ignored safety warnings on the Bayview project?” Vivian sighed faintly and adjusted her gloves.

“I was aware there had been a serious industrial accident.

Your father handled those operational disputes when he was alive.” “Did Father know that Nathan explicitly warned management about the equipment?” “You are questioning business choices made years ago,” Vivian said, her tone hardening, “by executives running an exceptionally complicated enterprise.” “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Vivian’s eyes moved to Lianna, standing by the crib with her son held tight against her, and turned cold.