All Chapters of The Surgeon Forgotten Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

​The room fell into complete silence. Camille... had been sent?​Liam's brows knitted together. "What do you mean someone sent her?"​Vivian closed the file before anyone could reach for it. "I'm still investigating. I don't deal in assumptions; I deal in facts. And until I have proof, I won't accuse anyone."​Liam slowly nodded. That answer sounded far more believable than wild accusations.​Dizer, however, couldn't calm the storm inside her. She had spent years believing Camille was simply the favorite child. Now, everything she thought she knew about her family was beginning to crumble.​Vivian noticed the confusion on her face. "This isn't something you need to solve today."​Dizer forced herself to ask the question weighing heavily on her heart. "Did my grandmother know?"​Vivian smiled sadly. "Eleanor suspected Kendall would become greedy, but even she never imagined he'd sacrifice his own daughter."​Dizer lowered her head. "So... I wasn't unwanted."​Vivian reached over and ge

​The study fell completely silent. Dizer wiped away the fresh tears staining her cheeks, having barely finished reading her grandmother’s final letter before Vivian’s expression suddenly shifted.​"Our people just sent me a report," Vivian said, slowly placing her phone down on the desk.​"What report?" Dizer asked, her heart skipping a beat.​"It’s about Camille. I think we’ve just discovered who sent her back home."​Liam, who had remained standing quietly near the doorway, stepped forward. "Who?"​Vivian looked at both of them. "I don’t have a name yet. But I have a face." She tapped the screen and a photograph appeared. It showed Camille leaving the luxury hotel where she had secretly met the man in the gray suit. Standing right beside him was another man—older, distinguished, and expensively dressed, with his face partially hidden beneath the brim of a hat.​Liam frowned, studying the image. "I’ve seen him before."​Vivian looked up at him. "Where?"​"I can’t remember," Liam admi

"It concerns Camille."​The words hung heavily in the air, causing Dizer's fingers to tighten around the small wooden box in her hands.​Liam looked from the security guard to Vivian. "What adoption record?"​The guard handed Vivian a sealed brown envelope. "We verified it three times before bringing it here."​Vivian opened it carefully and silently read the first page, then the second. By the time she reached the third page, even her usually unshakeable expression changed.​"What is it?" Liam asked.​Vivian slowly closed the file and exhaled quietly. "This... changes everything."​Dizer stepped closer. "Tell me."​Vivian looked into her eyes. "I will. But not until we've verified one final detail."​Liam frowned. "You just said it was verified."​"The document is," Vivian shook her head. "The people involved... are another matter."​Shank Mansion​Kendall was pouring himself a glass of whiskey when his phone vibrated with an unknown number. He answered immediately. "Yes?"​A nervous

​"The founder of Orion Capital... was also the only man your grandmother ever truly loved." No one spoke; the waves crashing against the marina were the only sound. Dizer looked down at the old photograph in Liam's hand. Her grandmother's smile in it was different—warmer, happier. It wasn't the rigid smile in the portraits hanging inside the Shank mansion. This one was real.​She slowly looked up. "My grandfather..."​Vivian gently shook her head. "No. Eleanor's husband died years before she met Adrian Knight."​"Then..."​"She never remarried," Vivian explained.​Benjamin sighed, adding, "She couldn't. Too many people depended on her, and too many people wanted what she had."​Liam frowned. "So Adrian Knight wasn't Dizer's grandfather?"​"No," Vivian answered firmly. "But he was the person Eleanor trusted most, and the only man Kendall ever feared."​Silence settled over everyone again.​Twenty-two years earlier, rain poured heavily over the docks. Benjamin stood outside Eleanor's o

​The dining room fell into a suffocating, heavy silence. Dizer's fingers tightened around the white card as her face slowly lost all its color. Sensing her distress, Liam gently took the card from her hand and read the chilling message again: You escaped once. Next time, no one will save you.​His eyes darkened with anger. "This isn't just a threat."​Vivian nodded grimly. "It's a warning."​Benjamin leaned closer, studying the broken compass symbol stamped at the bottom of the card. "I've seen that mark before," he murmured.​Everyone turned toward him instantly. "When?"​Benjamin frowned, straining to remember the details. "It was years ago... shortly after Madam Eleanor passed away. I saw it carved into one of our warehouse doors."​Vivian's expression remained perfectly calm. "I remember. You had it removed."​Benjamin nodded. "I thought it was just children playing around back then."​Vivian slowly and deliberately folded the card. "It wasn't."​Liam turned his attention to the s