He turned to his father, his eyes cold and stripped of thirty years of filial loyalty. “You’re finished, Conrad. I’m calling an emergency, independent board meeting in one hour.

I have you on tape — our internal security cameras capture audio in this room — admitting to medical fraud, forgery, corporate sabotage, and conspiracy.

By the time my new legal team is done, you won’t own the cane you’re leaning on.”

Conrad’s face twisted with rage, the veins standing out in his neck. “You’re throwing away your empire, your legacy, for a sickly infant and a desperate gold-digger.

You’ll ruin this family.”

“I’m throwing out the garbage,” Preston said quietly. He turned his back on the man who’d controlled his entire life.