Chapter 6 - THE SISTER WHO MAY NOT HAVE BEEN HIS SISTER
Emma Prescott died when I was ten.
That fact had defined my life.
But the file in front of us said:
SUBJECT E.P.
Relationship to Damon Prescott:
PATERNAL HALF-SIBLING - UNCONFIRMED.
I stared.
“No.”
The cardiologist looked uncomfortable.
“This is archived research data. I’m not making a family conclusion.”
“My father said Emma was my sister.”
“She may have been.”
“May?”
“Possibly half sister.”
My hands went cold.
Why did it matter medically?
Because Emma’s genetic sample had been used years ago in an early hereditary arrhythmia study.
Her SCN5A variant matched Violet’s preliminary marker closely.
If Emma was not my full biological sister, then risk inheritance could point specifically through my father’s line.
That mattered.
Then Cassandra whispered:
“Could Damon carry it?”
“Yes.”
Testing required.
I agreed immediately.
Then the cardiologist showed us Richard’s research authorization.
My father had donated Emma’s stored samples after her death.
But the form listed her mother:
Caroline Prescott.
Not my mother.
My mother was Julia Prescott.
I stared.
“Who is Caroline?”
Nobody knew.
At least nobody in the room.
I called Elena.
“Find everything on Caroline Prescott.”
She went quiet.
“Damon…”
“What?”
“I know that name.”
My stomach tightened.
“How?”
“Richard had a sealed family trust called Caroline Continuity.”
Of course he did.
“What does it own?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Then Samuel Hayes arrived at the hospital.
He saw the research file.
His face changed.
“You knew.”
I stood.
“About Caroline?”
“Yes.”
“Who was she?”
Samuel hesitated.
“Richard’s first wife.”
The floor shifted beneath me.
My father had been married before my mother.
I had never known.
Emma was born during that marriage.
Then Caroline died.
Richard later married Julia.
Had me.
So Emma was my half sister.
Still my sister.
The grief did not become less real.
But the genetics changed.
“What happened to Caroline?”
“Cancer.”
“Why hide her?”
“Richard did not hide Emma.”
“No.”
I pointed at the file.
“He hid Caroline.”
Samuel nodded.
“Because Caroline’s family owned part of Merritt’s predecessor technology.”
The room went silent.
Again.
Always company beneath family.
Caroline’s father, Dr. Henry Merritt, had been an early medical-systems researcher.
Related to Merritt Systems’ founder.
So Richard’s first marriage had tied him to the Merritt family decades before my acquisition attempt.
Emma’s illness drove Richard toward neonatal diagnostics.
Caroline’s family helped fund early research.
Then after Caroline died, Richard acquired certain investment rights.
Those rights eventually became Emma Medical Trust.
The trust I thought existed only because my sister died actually originated partly from her mother’s family.
That changed who really owned the Merritt option.
Maybe not just Prescott descendants.
Maybe Emma’s maternal line too.
Then Samuel said:
“Elaine Merritt knows this.”
Merritt’s board chair.
Caroline’s cousin.
My stomach dropped.
“Elaine is family?”
“Distantly.”
That explained why she knew Violet’s name.
Why Emma Trust mattered to her personally.
Then Violet’s cardiologist returned.
Her rhythm had stabilized.
No immediate intervention.
Relief hit so hard I nearly collapsed.
Then he said:
“We should test Luke too.”
Of course.
Twins.
Then:
“And Damon.”
I agreed.
Cassandra watched me.
For the first time, she touched my hand.
Only briefly.
But enough.
Then my phone buzzed.
Elena:
Found Caroline Continuity Trust.
Beneficiary after Emma’s death: Damon Prescott.
I stared.
Why me?
Then:
Secondary beneficiary upon birth: Damon’s biological children.
Luke and Violet.
Another trust.
Another secret.
Current assets include 6.2% of Merritt Systems.
My chest tightened.
Combined with Emma Trust’s eight percent—
my family structures already held over fourteen percent before any option exercise.
But that was not the shocking part.
Final line:
Independent protector: CASSANDRA HAYES.
I looked at her.
She stared back.
“What?”
“You’re listed in my father’s trust.”
Her face emptied.
“That’s impossible.”
Trust date:
Three months before Richard died.
Before the twins were born.
Before Cassandra knew Richard had even called her.
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My father had appointed the woman I loved—and had already lost—as protector over a trust for children I did not know existed.
Which meant his plan had been much more complicated than Marcus ever admitted.
