Chapter 8
Luke wanted to ask his mother why she had not told him.
He wanted to ask how long she had known.
He wanted to ask whether Christopher had always been this cruel or whether money had simply revealed the shape of him.
But Vivian looked pale again.
The moment of command had cost her.
He set the tablet on a stand beside the bed and adjusted the pillows behind her so she could sit upright without falling.
She hated needing help.
He knew that.
So he offered it without making it feel like pity.
“Higher?”
“A little.”
He lifted the pillow.
She nodded.
On the tablet, the ballroom feed showed Christopher stepping toward the podium.
Brenda grabbed his sleeve.
He pulled free.
Not harshly.
But publicly.
Brenda’s face tightened with humiliation.
A few guests noticed.
More phones lifted.
Luke watched his father choose self-preservation in real time.
Of course he would distance himself from Brenda if she became risky.
That was Christopher’s pattern.
No one was beloved enough to protect if they threatened his image.
Vivian saw it too.
Her expression did not change.
Maybe because she had already grieved that truth.
Christopher reached the podium microphone.
Before he could speak, Luke muted him from the tablet.
The ballroom heard nothing.
Christopher tapped the microphone.
Silence.
Luke leaned toward the connected audio again.
“Grand Horizon guests, please remain where you are. The program is being updated.”
Vivian looked at him.
“That sounded expensive.”
Luke’s mouth twitched despite everything.
“I learned from you.”
Brenda scanned the ballroom for allies.
Patrons looked away.
Executives who had flattered her thirty minutes earlier suddenly became fascinated by their champagne glasses.
Without Christopher’s certainty, Brenda had no independent authority.
Without Vivian’s name, she was a woman in borrowed jewelry.
The bracelet on her wrist flashed under the chandelier.
She looked down at it again.
This time, not proudly.
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