The sun rose over London, but it didn't bring warmth. It brought scrutiny. By eight in the morning, the street outside the safe house was packed. Not just with press, but with protesters, supporters, and curious onlookers. The news had broken overnight. Elena Chen Alive. Foundation Heiress Confronts Mother. Security Chief Admits to Dual Loyalty. The headlines were a cacophony of speculation. David's data dump had been the spark, but my mother's confirmation was the fuel. The world wanted to know if the foundation was built on blood money or benevolence. They wanted to know if I was a victim or a co-conspirator.
I stood in the kitchen, watching the crowd through the security cameras. They held signs. Some said Justice for Elena. Others said Shut It Down. It was a circus. Marcus was at the
