Reeves refused the full sedation order.
But afterward, Garrett kept demanding that we add things to her chart that weren’t true.”
Dr.
Reeves was not at the funeral.
Eleanor explained that he had already given a sworn statement and surrendered emails, text messages, and draft medical notes.
Garrett’s face became rigid.
“This is insane.
I was protecting my daughter.”
I stared at him.
“You left your daughter crying on a cathedral floor while I bled through surgical dressings.”
No one looked away this time.
The recording continued.
Garrett instructed the hospital team to restrict my visitors, hold my phone, and report any attempt to contact my former business partner.
He discussed seeking an emergency guardianship order if I resisted returning to the Harrison estate after delivery.
Then he mentioned my company.
“Her agency assets have already been absorbed,” he said.
“Once the incapacity paperwork is complete, she won’t have the resources to fight anything.”
I turned toward him slowly.
“You told me the agency failed.”
Garrett said nothing.
Eleanor removed another group of papers from the folder.
“It did not fail,” she said.
“Mr.
Harrison discovered that Garrett used a forged signature to transfer Audrey Bennett Design into a Harrison subsidiary.
Client payments continued for eleven months.
The revenue was redirected.”
My knees nearly gave way.
That agency had been my life before Garrett convinced me that pregnancy had made me incapable of running it.
He showed me reports claiming our largest clients had left.
He told me my staff had resigned.
He said closing quietly would protect me from public embarrassment.
All of it had been manufactured.
“Where are my employees?” I asked.
“Twenty-seven still work under the acquired division,” Eleanor said.
“Several believed you had sold the company voluntarily.
Others signed nondisclosure agreements after questioning the transfer.
Your former operations director, Naomi Chen, is outside with investigators.”
Garrett finally raised his voice.
“Everything I did was for this family.
Audrey was overwhelmed.
The company needed management.
The hospital needed a plan.
My father was sick and paranoid.”
Victor’s image reappeared on the screen as the hospital file ended.
It was as if he had anticipated every excuse.
“Garrett will say he acted for the family,” Victor said.
“He will call control protection, theft management, and cruelty duty.
Do not argue with him.
The evidence will speak more clearly than he ever has.”
Garrett stared at his father’s face.
Something in him cracked.
“You hated me,” he shouted at the screen.
“You always wanted someone else to inherit.”
Victor could not answer him, but the recording did.
“I do not hate my children.
