All Chapters of Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 101 — THE WOMAN WHO KNEWPRISCILLA’S POVThe list Marcus had uncovered stayed on my mind all morning. I spread the company names across my desk and started comparing them with Grace's old Marlow records. At first, they looked unrelated, but several names appeared in both files. I circled them one by one until the connection became impossible to ignore.“Grace, I need you to look at these companies,” I said, placing the records in front of her while pointing toward the names that appeared in both sets of documents. “These are the companies Sterling has been buying debt from, and they were connected to Marlow before everything collapsed.” Grace picked up the papers and started reading without answering immediately.“These were Marlow companies,” Grace explained, moving her finger down the list while remembering the businesses from decades earlier. “Some were sold, some were transferred, and some

CHAPTER 103 — TWO VERSIONS OF THE TRUTHPRISCILLA’S POVThe next morning, I placed my father's old documents beside the papers Creighton had brought from Eleanor's office. Two families, two completely different stories, and decades of anger between them. I looked at Creighton across the table and realized neither of us could decide which story was true simply because our parents believed it.“We need to stop guessing and look at the records,” I told Creighton, pushing the folders toward him while explaining that I wanted facts before believing either family's version of the past. Creighton nodded and opened the first Cross document, agreeing that the only way forward was to find the original contracts and compare what happened from both sides.Grace brought several Marlow records that afternoon, including old shipping agreements, payment records, property transfers, and correspondence between my father and other executives. Creight

CHAPTER 105: THE FIRST STRIKEPRISCILLA'S POVMy phone rang before dawn, jolting me awake.I reached across the nightstand and squinted at the screen. Bree's name flashed across it.“Priscilla, you need to wake up.”Her voice was strained, and I could hear the panic beneath her attempt to remain calm.“What happened?”“Vanguard Packaging has terminated our contract. They sent the notice a few minutes ago, and the cancellation takes effect immediately.”I sat up, suddenly wide awake.“They can't do that. We have an exclusive five-year agreement with a mandatory sixty-day cure period.”“They paid the early termination penalty in full, Cilla. Two million dollars came through twenty minutes ago.” Bree paused, and I heard her take a breath. “And that's not all. Two of our main glass suppliers in Ohio sent matching suspension notices ten minutes ago. They

CHAPTER 107: THE COMPANY BETWEEN THEMPRISCILLA'S POV“The Aethelgard Maritime Consortium,” Grace explained, her voice turning grave.I leaned over the table, studying the embossed seal beneath the desk lamp. The double helix and rising sun looked less like a corporate emblem and more like a mark left behind by a secret buried deep in my family's history.“Aethelgard,” I repeated. “We removed Lord Aethelgard's syndicate from Apex months ago. We took his board members off our registry. How is his name still connected to events from thirty years ago?”“Because Lord Aethelgard didn't appear out of nowhere during the Vance Global dispute,” Grace replied, tracing the edges of the seal with her fountain pen. “Thirty years ago, the Aethelgard Maritime Consortium was involved in almost every major shipping transaction along the coast. It operated as an intermediary between struggling maritime companies,

CHAPTER 109: THE MAN WHO KEPT THE BOOKSCREIGHTON'S POVFinding a man who had spent thirty years keeping his whereabouts secret wasn't easy. Marcus and I sat inside my unmarked SUV, the glow of our laptops illuminating the dim interior as rain tapped against the windshield.“Nathan Thorne changed his business registration six months after Arthur Marlow's funeral,” Marcus explained, studying the records on his screen. “He gave up his corporate credentials, moved his tax registration to a small firm in the industrial district, and began operating as Thorne & Associates Audit Services. He never left the city. He just made himself difficult to find.”“A quiet life for someone who might know exactly how Marlow Holdings was destroyed,” I muttered, looking out at the rain-soaked street.My phone buzzed against the center console. Priscilla's name appeared on the screen, and I answered immediately.“Did