I met his gaze with hardened resolve.
“Then we end this,” I replied.
The days that followed unfolded like a strategic campaign. Documents surfaced. Communications were traced. Financial irregularities once hidden behind shell corporations emerged into daylight. Vivian Crowell’s empire relied on silence and fear, and both began to crumble under scrutiny.
The courtroom was packed when the custody hearing began. Cameras flashed as I entered, my sons seated behind me, calm and steady.
Vivian watched from across the room, her confidence finally fractured.
Ronan testified without excuse or evasion.
“I failed,” he said. “I allowed power to replace responsibility.”