I almost smiled.

“Did he explain why?”

“He said you were emotionally compromised.”

“Do I look compromised?”

“You look furious.”

“Those are not the same thing.”

Daniel removed his gloves.

“What happened?”

I gave him the shortest version.

The changed locks.

The guardianship petition.

The intercepted communications.

Then I handed him the audit summary.

He read the first page.

His expression changed.

“Where did you get this?”

“An independent forensic team in London.”

“Who authorized the review?”

“Without notifying the family office?”

“That was the point.”

Daniel turned another page.

“These transfers implicate several senior officers.”

“Including your father.”

He looked at me.

“Are the underlying records verified?”

“By two banks and three external auditors.”

Daniel took a slow breath.

“Then this is not a family dispute.”

“It may be a criminal matter.”

Emma looked toward Sophie.

I said, “I want everything handled through proper legal channels.”

Daniel nodded.

“No press. No threats. No private settlement designed to bury it.”

“And you are not my father’s lawyer tonight.”

His expression tightened.

“I am company counsel.”

“Then choose whether you are here for the company or for him.”

Daniel closed the folder.

“The company.”

The answer came faster than I expected.

I handed him another document.

“I drafted emergency board resolutions before leaving London. They suspend my father’s authority over company accounts pending independent review.”

Daniel read them.

“You need two additional directors.”

“I have three.”

His eyes lifted.

“You contacted the board?”

“Before I boarded.”

That was the other reason my father had gone pale.

I had not come home with only suspicions.

I had come home after securing support.

Daniel looked toward Emma.

“What about the family trusts?”

“That is more complicated,” he said. “Corporate authority can be suspended by the board. Trust authority depends on the governing documents and court orders.”

“Can Richard act tonight?”

“Not lawfully without Emma’s signature or an emergency ruling.”

“Could he forge her signature?”

Daniel did not answer.

“He already forged Ethan’s.”

Daniel turned toward me.

I showed him copies of the proxy documents bearing my signature.

He examined them under the hospital light.

“These are good.”

“They’re stolen signature blocks.”

“Can you prove that?”

“The original documents exist. Different dates. Different subject matter.”

“That helps.”