Chapter 6 - The Crumbling Façade

The raid on the Campbell estate lasted four hours. Police investigators, forensic accountants, and state officials swarmed the house, boxing up ledgers, hard drives, and historical company records from Arthur’s private study.
Martha finally broke down completely, weeping hysterically in the parlor as female officers asked her routine questions about joint bank accounts and signature authorizations. She realized with terrifying clarity that she could be implicated as an accessory to concealing corporate malfeasance.
Garrett tried to block the investigators from entering the office, resulting in him being briefly detained and handcuffed against the hallway wall before being released with a stern warning.
I stood near the front entrance, waiting for my sister to pick up Chloe and me. As the chaos swirled around me, Lindsay Hayes walked up the stone steps of the porch. She was dressed impeccably, her posture straight, her eyes bright with a cold, triumphant fire.
She stopped a few feet away from me.
"You didn't give me the safe combination," Lindsay noted softly, crossing her arms.
"I didn't need to," I replied, meeting her gaze levelly. "Arthur’s paranoia did the work for you. He kept backups of every single fraudulent transaction in a digital cloud drive linked to his personal tablet, which the investigators found within ten minutes of searching."
Lindsay smiled, a genuine, bittersweet expression that momentarily softened her harsh features. "My father was a good man, Elena. He trusted the wrong people, and it broke him. I spent my entire childhood watching my mother cry over bills while the Campbells built a monument to their own greed."
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"I understand why you did it, Lindsay," I said honestly. "And I don't blame you for wanting justice. But keep your war away from my daughter and me. My divorce papers are already filed, and I am cutting every last tie to this toxic bloodline."
Lindsay nodded slowly. "Fair enough. You're free, Elena. Enjoy your new life."