CHAPTER 112: THE LEDGER OF BETRAYALPRISCILLA'S POV"If your sister kept a record of those altered debt transfers, it couldn't have simply disappeared," I said, leaning over the desk in Eleanor’s private drawing room as I examined the old bankruptcy filings Grace had brought.Eleanor sat rigidly in her armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face was pale beneath the soft lighting, and the certainty she had clung to for decades had finally begun to crumble."The liquidators took everything from her office on Fourth Street," Eleanor whispered, her voice lacking its usual sharpness. "Desks, filing cabinets, hard drives, personal stationery. The receivers worked quickly. By the time I arrived at her building two days after her death, the doors were already chained and padlocked."Creighton stood near the tall bay window, his dark coat still damp from the evening fog, his arms crossed over his chest."Marcus traced the original
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