Ainsley turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing through the dimly lit study. Hank remained on his knees, his body tense.
“I told you to look into things from three years ago.” Ainsley’s voice was calm, yet it held a quiet storm. His fingers drummed against the report on his desk, his expression darkening. “Hank, do you still think no one knows about it?”
The weight of his words sent a chill down Hank’s spine.
Ainsley tapped the report again. Once, twice...the sound was eerily sharp in the heavy silence. His jaw tightened. “I think they found out the moment you made a move. See? The proof here is perfect.”
Ainsley’s mind churned with unanswered and unsettling questions. Why did Grandpa make that decision three years ago?
His fingers curled into a fist as frustration gnawed at him. Wha
