Chapter 11 - THE SECRET BENEATH FAIRHAVEN MANOR
Victor's letter claimed that Thomas Hargrove had discovered the true owner of a hidden investment account.
But it didn't explain who that person was.
I was tired of half-truths.
Tired of mysterious letters.
Tired of adults leaving clues instead of protecting children.
Eleanor looked exhausted too.
For six months, she'd tried to hold our family together.
Now the past she'd come to investigate was threatening to consume her.
I found her sitting alone in Mom's garden.
She held a cup of tea that had gone cold.
“Eleanor?”
She looked up.
“Hey, Mason.”
I sat beside her.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then I asked something I'd been afraid to ask.
“Are you going to leave?”
Her expression changed.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because everyone does.”
The words came out before I could stop them.
Mom died.
Dad disappeared into work.
Housekeepers quit.
Friends stopped calling.
Teachers gave up.
Eventually, I began believing anyone who stayed was simply waiting for a reason to go.
Eleanor looked toward the garden.
“Mason, I need you to understand something.”
I swallowed.
“I can't promise I'll always work in this house.”
My chest tightened.
“But I can promise I won't vanish without explanation.”
I looked up.
She continued.
“You can care about someone without being their employee forever.”
My eyes filled.
“Even us?”
She smiled.
“Especially you.”
I nodded.
For the first time, I understood the difference between someone staying because they were paid and someone choosing to remain part of our lives.
That afternoon, investigators traced the hidden investment account.
The records led to a charitable trust established by Caroline Cavanaugh.
It was intended to support families harmed by misconduct connected to the family's shipping businesses.
Mom had created it after discovering employees had lost their jobs, savings, and homes because of fraudulent contracts.
But the fund had been diverted.
Some payments disappeared into consulting firms.
Others were routed through accounts controlled by Victor.
Then investigators recovered a document showing a second authorized signatory.
Not Julian.
Not Victor.
Thomas Hargrove.
Eleanor stared.
“My father?”
Rebecca nodded.
“Caroline apparently appointed him as an independent financial reviewer.”
My heart tightened.
“Then Victor couldn't access everything without him?”
“That's one possibility we're examining.”
Eleanor covered her mouth.
For years, she'd believed her father died after being disgraced by his employer.
Now she was discovering he'd been helping Mom protect the money intended for victims.
Then Detective Morgan found another record.
A handwritten note from Thomas to Caroline.
The original ledger is not in the bank.
I placed it where your boys used to play.
I frowned.
“Where we played?”
Adrian looked toward Theo.
“The old treehouse?”
Theo shook his head.
“That fell down years ago.”
Finn suddenly sat upright.
“What about the tunnel?”
Everyone turned.
“What tunnel?” Dad asked.
Finn looked surprised.
“The little tunnel beneath the greenhouse.”
My stomach dropped.
I'd forgotten it.
An old maintenance passage that connected the greenhouse to a storage cellar.
Mom had once turned part of it into a treasure-hunt course for us.
And according to Finn, somebody had recently sealed the entrance with a new steel door.
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Then he whispered something that made everyone go still.
“I saw Victor coming out of there last week.”
