The estate buzzed like a hive under siege.

After the court’s notice, no one waited for instructions. Consuelo set up base in Adrian’s private study, turning it into a war room. Screens blinked with digital records. Printed statements lay scattered across the table. Surveillance timelines, hospital records, clinic video footage. Eliora had forced our hand.

And this time, we weren’t going to hold back.

“We need to prove two things,” Consuelo said, eyes sharp behind her frameless ...