"Your father's killer."
Clara repeated Helena's words, her eyes fixed on the trembling secretary.
"Are you telling me that the person who took that photograph is the same person who killed my father?"
Helena swallowed.
"I don't know if they were the one who pulled the trigger. But I know they were there that night."
Sebastian's expression darkened.
"Helena, think carefully before you answer another question."
Clara immediately turned toward him.
"That's enough. You've spent three years hiding behind threats and half-truths. You don't get to silence anyone in front of me."
She faced Helena again.
"Who took the photograph?"
Helena looked down at her hands.
"Someone who worked inside the Delevon mansion."
"An employee?"
"Not exactly."
"Then what?"
Helena hesitated before finally answering.
"Your father's personal security chief."
Arthur frowned.
"Your father had a private security chief?"
Clara nodded slowly.
