“This is the medical file from September 2006,” she said, holding the screen toward him. “Dr. Marsh received forty-one thousand dollars from a Vale account hours before he induced my labor.”
Harrison adjusted his gold cufflinks, his face tightening. “What are you talking about? Dr. Marsh was the best specialist in the city. I paid him a retainer.”
“This wasn’t a retainer,” Evelyn said. “Look at the transaction memo, Harrison.”
He leaned in, his eyes scanning the digital document. His face went pale, but his voice remained booming and defensive. “This is a forgery. You’re bringing up ancient history to ruin my evening. Claire and I are celebrating our anniversary.”
“Claire’s name is on the shell company’s tax registration,” Evelyn said, watching his reaction closely.
“That’s impossible,” Harrison said, his voice rising, his authority collapsing into confusion. “Claire didn’t even know Dr. Marsh. She had nothing to do with our medical care.”
Evelyn stared at him, realizing he truly did not know.
She turned and walked away, leaving him in the empty service corridor.
