Chapter 4: The Driver Behind the Wheel
For several seconds, I couldn't hear anything.
Not the orchestra.
Not the guests whispering behind me.
Not even Brooke, who had started breathing so quickly that her diamond necklace trembled against her chest.
I stared at Margaret.
“Say that again.””
She swallowed.
“The man driving the vehicle that night was Chad Wilson.””
Chad immediately shook his head.
“That's insane.””
Margaret held up the photograph.
“Your father had the registration records, the insurance documents, and a copy of the police report.””
“You're making things up!”” Chad shouted.
“Then explain why you were photographed with Robert Sterling three days before the accident.””
Chad looked toward the ballroom entrance.
Two security officers were standing there.
He couldn't leave without passing them.
Brooke grabbed his arm.
“Chad, tell them she's lying.””
He didn't answer.
“Chad!””
“Stop talking, Brooke.””
His voice was low, but the anger in it made her release his sleeve.
I stepped closer.
“Three years ago, I woke up in a hospital bed. My father was dead. My legs didn't work. And you were standing beside Brooke, telling me the company had collapsed.””
Chad rubbed his forehead.
“I had nothing to do with your accident.””
“Then why does your name appear on the vehicle registration?””
“I wasn't the owner!””
“Who was?””
He looked away.
I turned toward Margaret.
“Do you have the original police report?””
She nodded.
“Martin has it.””
My lawyer opened the leather folder and removed several pages.
He studied them carefully before placing one on the table.
“The original incident report lists the vehicle as a black Mercedes registered to Westbridge Financial Services.””
I recognized the company.
It had been one of Sterling Development's former investment partners.
“Who owned Westbridge?”” I asked.
Martin checked another page.
“According to the corporate registry, the beneficial owner was Brooke's maiden-name holding company.””
I looked at Brooke.
She shook her head.
“No. That's not what happened.””
“Then tell me what happened.””
She glanced at Chad.
He looked back at her.
For the first time, they seemed less like an engaged couple and more like two people desperately calculating which one would be sacrificed first.
Brooke finally spoke.
“Chad was helping me with the restructuring. I didn't know about any car.””
Chad laughed bitterly.
“You knew exactly what the money was for.””
“Don't you dare put this on me!””
“You approved the transfers!””
“And you arranged them!””
The words exploded between them.
The guests were now openly watching.
Martin quietly signaled to security.
I raised my hand.
“Wait.””
I wanted to hear this.
Three years of questions deserved more than another convenient denial.
“Brooke,” I said, “what did you know about the accident?””
She looked at me.
“I didn't know anything.””
“Did Chad tell you he was driving that night?””
“No.””
Chad stared at her.
“Brooke.””
She ignored him.
“Ethan, I swear. I never knew he was involved.””
Margaret gave a sad shake of her head.
“That's interesting. Because I have a recording of you discussing the accident with him.””
Brooke froze.
“What recording?””
Margaret reached into her handbag again.
She removed a small flash drive.
“I found it inside Robert's private office safe.””
Martin took it.
“Is there a transcript?””
“Not yet.””
I looked at Chad.
“Would you like to hear it?””
He stepped backward.
“No.””
“Why?””
“Because it's private.””
“Private?””
I laughed without humor.
“My father is dead. I spent months learning how to stand again. My company was stripped from me. And you think privacy is the issue?””
Chad clenched his jaw.
“You have no idea what happened that night.””
“Then tell me.””
He looked at Brooke.
She shook her head slightly.
I noticed.
So did Martin.
“Mr. Wilson,” Martin said, “I strongly recommend that you stop making statements until you have legal representation.””
Chad pointed at him.
“Stay out of this.””
Martin remained calm.
“I'm afraid that's no longer possible.””
A waiter approached carrying a tray of champagne.
He stopped when he noticed the tension.
Grace quickly stepped forward.
“Please take that to the service area.””
The waiter nodded and left.
Grace then looked at me.
“Sir, would you like to sit down?””
I glanced at the wheelchair behind me.
My legs were beginning to tremble.
The physical therapy had helped me regain the ability to walk, but standing for long periods still exhausted me.
“Thank you, Grace. Just a minute.””
She moved a chair closer.
I sat down carefully.
Brooke watched the movement.
Something like satisfaction crossed her face.
Then she realized I had noticed.
Her expression changed.
I almost smiled.
Even now, she couldn't resist looking for weakness.
Martin connected the flash drive to his tablet.
The audio file appeared.
“Are you certain you want to play this here?”” he asked.
I looked at Margaret.
She nodded.
“Your father wanted the truth protected.””
“Then let's hear it.””
Martin pressed play.
At first, there was only static.
Then my father's voice emerged.
“Chad, I know about the missing money.””
A younger Chad answered.
“Robert, you're misunderstanding the transfers.””
“I understand perfectly. The money was moved without authorization.””
There was a pause.
Then another voice.
Brooke.
“Robert, please. We can resolve this without involving Ethan.””
My stomach tightened.
My father spoke again.
“Ethan will know everything. He's my son. He deserves to know what you're doing.””
Chad's voice became colder.
“Ethan doesn't need to know anything.””
“That's not your decision.””
A chair scraped.
Then my father's voice dropped.
“If you touch my son or this company again, I will make sure you answer for every dollar.””
The recording continued for several seconds.
Then Brooke said something that made the entire ballroom go silent.
“What if Ethan never gets the chance to take control?””
The file ended.
I stared at the screen.
My hands had gone cold.
Brooke began shaking her head.
“That doesn't mean anything.””
I looked at her.
“What did you mean?””
“I was talking about the company!””
“Were you?””
“Yes!””
Chad grabbed his jacket.
“I'm leaving.””
One of the security officers stepped in front of him.
“Sir, please remain here.””
“You can't detain me!””
“We haven't detained you. We're asking you to remain while the venue's management addresses the disturbance.””
Chad looked at me.
“You think you're powerful now?””
I didn't answer.
He leaned closer.
“You still don't know what really happened.””
“Then enlighten me.””
His eyes narrowed.
“You weren't supposed to survive.””
The words hung in the air.
Brooke gasped.
Margaret covered her mouth.
Martin immediately stepped between us.
“Mr. Wilson, do not say another word.””
But Chad had already said enough.
I looked at him.
“You just admitted something.””
“I admitted nothing.””
“You said I wasn't supposed to survive.””
“I meant the accident was supposed to be fatal according to the initial reports!””
“No,” I replied.
“You meant something else.””
Chad looked around.
The guests were no longer whispering.
They were listening.
His face turned red.
“You think you can blame everything on me? Brooke wanted that company just as much as I did!””
Brooke slapped him.
The sound cracked across the ballroom.
“Shut up!””
Chad grabbed his cheek.
“You told me you wanted Ethan out of the way!””
“I never said that!””
“You said you were tired of waiting!””
Brooke turned toward me.
“Ethan, he's lying!””
But I wasn't looking at her anymore.
I was looking at Margaret.
“Where is the original recording?””
“In the safe deposit archive.””
“Can we retrieve it?””
“Yes. But there's something else you should know.””
She reached into her handbag and removed a folded letter.
The paper was old and yellowed.
My father's handwriting appeared across the front.
For Ethan. Only if they try to take everything.
I stared at the envelope.
My father had written it before he died.
Martin carefully opened it.
Inside was a short handwritten note and a small brass key.
The note contained only one sentence.
The truth is not in the company records. It's in the place where your mother kept her promises.
I read it twice.
My mother had died when I was twelve.
She had owned a small cottage on the coast, a place we visited every summer.
I hadn't been there in years.
Margaret touched my shoulder.
“Your father believed the original documents were hidden there.””
I closed my fingers around the brass key.
Then Martin's phone rang.
He answered.
His expression changed almost immediately.
“Yes. I understand.””
He listened for a few seconds.
Then he looked at me.
“Ethan, the police have been notified about the new evidence.””
I nodded.
“Good.””
“But there's a problem.””
“What problem?””
Martin hesitated.
“The cottage was sold six months ago.””
My fingers tightened around the key.
“Who bought it?””
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He looked at the message on his phone.
“Brooke Wilson.””
