Chapter 10 - WHAT EVELYN SAW

Evelyn had watched Richard poison the glass.
She had done nothing.
The video showed her staring at him.
Richard whispered something.
Evelyn looked toward Charles.
Then lowered her eyes.
Claire felt sick.
âShe knew.â
Preston stared at the screen.
âNo.â
Claire paused the video.
âPreston.â
âNo.â
âShe saw him.â
âMy mother said she didnât know.â
Claire didnât answer.
There was nothing kind enough to say.
Then Maya noticed something.
âPlay it again.â
They watched.
Richard poured the drug.
Evelyn saw him.
But five seconds later, she reached toward Charlesâs glass.
She moved it.
Preston leaned forward.
âWhat is she doing?â
Claire replayed the footage.
Evelyn switched Charlesâs glass with an empty one.
âShe saved him.â
Maya nodded.
âBut thenâŠâ
Thomas returned to the table.
A waiter poured wine.
He picked up the poisoned glass.
Evelyn didnât notice.
Thomas drank.
Claire closed her eyes.
It had been an accident.
A terrible, preventable accident.
Evelyn had saved her husband.
And unknowingly killed Claireâs father by leaving the poisoned glass on the table.
But what happened afterward was not accidental.
The cover-up.
The stolen shares.
The fake medical report.
Fourteen years of lies.
Those were choices.
At 2:00 a.m., coast guard officers located Richardâs boat.
Abandoned.
Blood on the deck.
No passengers.
Harold was found two hours later beside a highway.
Alive.
Evelyn remained missing.
Harold told investigators Richard had moved her into a car.
âWhere?â
âI donât know.â
Claire leaned toward him.
âThink.â
Harold shut his eyes.
âHe kept talking about Charles.â
âWhat about him?â
âHe said Evelyn should die where Charles almost died.â
Preston looked up.
âI know where.â
Harrington Lake House.
The property had been abandoned since Charlesâs death.
Police surrounded it before dawn.
Preston and Claire were ordered to remain outside.
They didnât.
They entered through an old service tunnel Preston remembered from childhood.
Inside, Evelyn was tied to a chair.
Richard stood beside her.
A pistol rested in his hand.
âYou.â
He looked at Claire.
âYou really are Thomasâs daughter.â
Claire stared at him.
âLet her go.â
Richard laughed.
âAfter everything she did to you?â
âThis isnât about forgiveness.â
âThen what is it?â
âChoice.â
Claire stepped closer.
âYou made choices.â
âShe made choices.â
âMy father made choices.â
âAnd now Iâm making mine.â
Richard raised the gun.
Preston stepped forward.
âShoot me instead.â
Evelyn screamed.
âNo!â
Richard smiled.
âThereâs the Harrington stupidity.â
Then Harold appeared behind Richard.
Nobody had seen him enter.
He struck Richard with a fireplace poker.
The gun fired.
Evelyn screamed.
Richard fell.
Preston grabbed the weapon.
Police burst through the doors.
For one second, Claire believed it was over.
Then she looked down.
Harold was holding his stomach.
Blood spread between his fingers.
He collapsed.
Claire knelt beside him.
âStay with me.â
Harold coughed.
âThereâs something else.â
âWhat?â
âCharles didnât die from cancer.â
Claire froze.
May you like
Harold looked toward Evelyn.
âHe was murdered too.â