All Chapters of EVERYTHING HE OWED HER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Myra POV"I'm going alone," I said.Danny looked at me across Noah's kitchen. "No.""Danny...""Absolutely not." He stood up from the table. "You're not walking into that estate alone with what we just found. He's been notified of the filing; he knows we went to Victoria, he's been calling since nine this morning""Which is exactly why I need to go alone." I kept my voice even. "If you come with me, he manages it as a family dispute. A son and a girl with a document, threatening the Blancham name." I held his gaze. "If I go alone, he has to look at me. Just me. The person he spent twenty-three years pretending didn't exist." I paused. "I need him to see me clearly. Without anything else in the room."Danny was quiet for a moment. "Myra." His voice dropped. "If he's afraid enough...""He won't touch me," I said it without hesitation. I knew that much. "He's spent thirty years controlling things through systems, silence, and carefully placed phone calls. He's not a man who gets his hand

Danny POV"He admitted it," Myra said.She came straight in without taking off her coat. She looked like she was holding herself together by force. "What exactly did he admit?" I asked. My voice came out very even. I was working to keep it that way."He told his solicitor he made a phone call the night before Edmund died." She set her bag down. "He told someone Edmund shouldn't make his meeting with Mercer. He didn't say how it should be done." She held my gaze. "And when his solicitor asked if he understood what he was asking for, he said, I understood enough."I looked at the photograph above my desk. Myra's housing project, the one I'd taken from her sketchbook weeks ago without asking. She'd never asked me to take it down. I looked at it because I needed somewhere to look that wasn't her face while I figured out what to do with what she'd just said.Make sure he doesn't make that meeting. Three sentences. That's all it took, and then we spent twenty-three years living with what ca

Myra POV"You look like you haven't slept," Victoria said.She was already at the table when I got there, her coffee in front of her and her coat folded over the back of the chair. It wasn't the Cranbourne or the estate, just a small café a couple of streets from her sister's place. She'd picked it and sent me the address without saying why. I sat across from her. She looked different. Not younger or happier exactly. Just like she could finally sit still without carrying the whole room in her head."I slept fine," I said. "I've just been working since five.""The board meeting?""Yes." The server came. I ordered without looking at the menu. When he left, I put a folder on the table between us. "I want you to see what we're bringing into that room tomorrow. Before it's in front of the board. I thought you deserved to see it first."She looked at the folder. Didn't touch it immediately."Why?" she said. "Because you're going to be in that room and I don't want you walking in blind." I h

Myra POVMy phone rang at seven in the morning.I was already awake, sitting at Danny's desk with coffee and Clara's notes, going through the order of proceedings for the board meeting. Danny was in the shower. The number on my screen was one I didn't recognise, but the area code was the estate's, and I answered it before I could think too hard about whether I should."Miss Darius." A man's voice, clear and professional. "I'm Graham Forsythe, Richard Blancham's legal counsel. I was hoping to speak with you before the board meeting this morning."I set my coffee down. "I'm listening.""My client would like to propose a resolution," Forsythe said. "Outside the formal proceedings. He understands the position you've established, and he's prepared to make a significant offer in recognition of your claim.""What kind of offer?" I asked."Financial settlement. A figure we believe reflects the full value of the founding shares, paid directly to you over a structured timeline, in exchange for

Myra POVThe board chair asked me directly, "Miss Darius." He was an older man, calm and careful, clearly experienced in handling tough discussions. "With everything we've talked about today, what are you seeking from these proceedings?"The room fell silent. There were twelve people in the room and Mercer on a screen, with Richard facing me, hands laid flat, and Danny sitting next to me, our arms almost touching.I had been asked this before. Clara had asked. Mercer had asked. Danny had asked it when we were sitting on his floor, surrounded by files, figuring out our plan for the next day.I had the same answer every time."I want Edmund Blancham's name back in the company’s founding record," I said. "He deserves to be recognised as the original heir officially. It should be reflected in the articles of association. And I want his name under that photo in the fourth-floor corridor." I looked straight at the board chair. "I'm not making a claim on the company's current structure or it