Chapter 2 - Nathan’s File
Claire did not confront Eleanor further.
That surprised Eleanor.
It surprised Claire too.
Six months earlier, she would have demanded every answer immediately.
But six months earlier Nathan had still been alive, Lily had not yet been born, and Claire had not learned how dangerous desperation could make people.
She ended the call only after arranging for Martin to speak with her attorney.
Then she walked upstairs.
Her mother, Rachel Mercer, sat in the nursery rocking Lily beside the window.
“Everything okay?”
Claire almost laughed.
“No.”
Rachel stood immediately.
“What happened?”
Claire looked at her sleeping daughter.
The inheritance suddenly seemed almost irrelevant.
Almost.
Because the money represented more than wealth.
Nathan’s twenty-two-percent interest in Ashford Biologics was worth approximately eighty-four million dollars.
More importantly, it carried voting rights.
Nathan had intended those shares to be held in trust for Lily.
He had written Claire a letter three weeks before his death.
Whatever happens to me, protect her from becoming an Ashford possession. Let the company serve her life. Never let her life serve the company.
Claire had thought it unnecessarily dramatic.
Now she understood.
“I need you to take Lily home with you tonight.”
Rachel’s eyes sharpened.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to meet a lawyer.”
“Are you in danger?”
“I don’t know.”
Rachel stared.
“That is not comforting.”
“I know.”
She explained enough to make her mother stop asking questions.
Two hours later, Claire sat across from attorney Maya Bennett in a conference room in Manhattan.
Maya had handled part of Nathan’s estate.
She was forty-five, precise, and allergic to conclusions unsupported by documents.
Claire appreciated that more every minute.
“Start again,” Maya said.
Claire did.
Eleanor.
The DNA report.
Martin.
Thomas.
The altered results.
Nathan’s unknown genetic test.
When Claire finished, Maya remained silent.
“Well?”
“I’m deciding which disaster to discuss first.”
Claire almost smiled.
“Pick one.”
“The alleged laboratory manipulation is serious.”
“Alleged?”
“Until preserved and verified, yes.”
“Martin admitted it.”
“On a telephone call?”
“Yes.”
“Recorded?”
Claire froze.
“No.”
“Was he told the call was being recorded?”
“I wasn’t recording.”
“Good. But that means we need him to repeat his account formally.”
Claire nodded.
Maya continued.
“The inheritance question is separate.”
“If Nathan wasn’t Charles’s biological son—”
“Stop.”
Claire did.
“What does Charles’s estate plan say?”
“That shares go to descendants.”
“Biological descendants?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we do not guess.”
Maya pulled Nathan’s estate documents.
Charles Ashford’s family trust was enormous and complicated.
Nathan’s shares had been distributed to him outright after Charles’s death.
Maya read for twenty minutes.
Claire waited.
Finally Maya said:
“This helps.”
“How?”
“Charles defined Nathan by name in several instruments.”
“So?”
“So Nathan’s status may not depend on biology at all.”
Claire leaned forward.
“He was his legal son.”
“Yes. Raised as his son. Publicly acknowledged. Specifically named.”
“So Lily inherits Nathan’s shares regardless?”
“Probably through Nathan’s estate plan, yes. But the family trust provisions could create litigation if Eleanor argues fraud or mistake.”
Claire exhaled.
“Would she?”
“She fabricated a DNA report about a newborn.”
Fair.
Maya closed the binder.
“Where is Nathan’s original test?”
“Martin didn’t say.”
“We need lawful access.”
“You sound like my father.”
“Is he a lawyer?”
“No. An accountant.”
“Worse.”
Claire smiled despite herself.
Then Maya became serious.
“Did Nathan ever suggest Charles wasn’t his biological father?”
“No.”
“Any medical history conflicts?”
Claire thought.
Nathan had always joked he inherited Charles’s terrible eyesight and Eleanor’s stubbornness.
“Nothing.”
“Did he know Thomas?”
“I’ve never heard the name.”
Maya wrote it down.
“Who can tell us who Thomas is?”
“Eleanor.”
“She won’t.”
“No.”
“Other relatives?”
Nathan had an aunt, Beatrice Ashford, Charles’s younger sister.
And Charles’s longtime business partner, Victor Hale.
Both had known the family for decades.
Claire called Beatrice first.
Beatrice answered from Connecticut.
When Claire said Thomas Ashford, the line went silent.
“Aunt Bea?”
“Where did you hear that name?”
Claire’s skin prickled.
“You know him.”
“Claire.”
“Who is he?”
Beatrice breathed slowly.
“Not on the phone.”
That was enough.
Claire drove to Greenwich the next morning.
Beatrice lived in an old house that looked small only because Ashford standards were absurd.
She met Claire in a sunroom.
At seventy-one, Beatrice had silver hair cut bluntly at her jaw and none of Eleanor’s polished cruelty.
“What has my sister-in-law done?”
Claire told her.
Beatrice closed her eyes.
“I knew this day would come.”
“Who is Thomas?”
Beatrice looked toward the garden.
“My brother’s biggest mistake.”
Claire’s stomach tightened.
“Charles’s affair?”
“No.”
That answer surprised her.
“Then?”
“Eleanor’s.”
Claire stared.
“Thomas was Eleanor’s child from another man?”
“Yes.”
“Nathan’s half brother.”
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know?”
“Because Eleanor sent him away.”
Claire felt cold.
“When?”
“When he was sixteen.”
“Why?”
Beatrice looked directly at her.
“Because Charles found out Thomas existed.”
Claire tried to assemble the timeline.
Nathan had never mentioned an older brother.
“How old is Thomas?”
“Forty-two.”
Nathan would have been thirty-eight now.
“So Eleanor had Thomas before Nathan.”
“Yes.”
“Before she married Charles?”
“No.”
Claire froze.
Beatrice’s next words fell quietly.
“She was already married.”
The affair happened during Eleanor and Charles’s marriage.
Thomas was born secretly.
“How do you hide a pregnancy?”
“She didn’t.”
Claire frowned.
“Thomas was raised somewhere else.”
“By whom?”
“Eleanor’s younger sister, Margaret.”
Claire vaguely remembered Margaret.
She died when Nathan was a teenager.
“Nathan thought Thomas was his cousin?”
“He barely knew him.”
“Why did Thomas have the Ashford surname?”
“He didn’t originally.”
Beatrice paused.
“Charles gave it to him later.”
That made no sense.
“If Charles knew Thomas wasn’t his son, why?”
“Because Charles believed a child shouldn’t carry the punishment for adults’ choices.”
Claire sat back.
That sounded unexpectedly humane.
“What happened when Thomas was sixteen?”
Beatrice’s face hardened.
“He found documents.”
“What documents?”
“Letters between Eleanor and his biological father.”
“Who?”
Beatrice hesitated.
Then:
“Victor Hale.”
Claire stopped breathing.
Victor Hale was not a stranger.
He was the current chairman of Ashford Biologics.
Charles’s closest friend.
Nathan’s godfather.
And the man who had stood beside Eleanor at Nathan’s funeral.
Claire whispered:
“Victor is Thomas’s father?”
“Yes.”
Beatrice looked tired.
“And Eleanor has spent forty-two years making sure that truth never costs her what she values most.”
“What does she value most?”
Beatrice did not hesitate.
“Control.”
Claire thought of the fabricated DNA report.
The inheritance.
The shares.
Victor Hale currently controlled the board with Eleanor’s support.
If Thomas appeared as Victor’s son, the scandal would be enormous.
But scandal alone did not explain altering Lily’s DNA.
“Why use Thomas’s sample?”
Beatrice looked confused.
“I don’t know.”
Claire did.
Or at least she had begun to suspect.
If Eleanor needed Lily to appear unrelated to Nathan, using Thomas—a man who shared Eleanor’s DNA but not Charles’s—could distort comparisons in a predictable way.
But Martin said Lily still appeared related to Thomas.
Close paternal relative.
Claire’s skin prickled.
Something was wrong.
If Thomas and Nathan shared only Eleanor as a parent, and Lily was Nathan’s daughter, Lily and Thomas should indeed share DNA as uncle and niece.
So even Eleanor’s wrong sample should have revealed family connection.
That was why Eleanor had to alter the report too.
But why choose Thomas instead of unrelated DNA?
Unless she needed the laboratory records to withstand superficial review.
A family match.
Just not the right one.
Claire’s phone rang.
Maya.
“I spoke to Martin’s lawyer.”
“He has a lawyer already?”
“He became intelligent quickly.”
“What did he say?”
“Martin will preserve records and cooperate if properly compelled.”
Claire gripped the phone.
“And Nathan’s test?”
Maya paused.
“We found the date.”
“When?”
“Twelve years ago.”
The same year Thomas was tested.
Claire looked at Beatrice.
Both men had been tested around the same time.
Maya continued.
“And Claire?”
“Yes?”
“Nathan’s file wasn’t a routine paternity test.”
“What was it?”
“A sibling comparison.”
Claire stopped.
“With Thomas?”
“Almost certainly.”
“And the result?”
“We don’t have the report yet.”
Claire looked at the winter garden beyond Beatrice’s windows.
Nathan had been tested against Thomas twelve years earlier.
Why?
Had Charles suspected something?
Had Nathan known Thomas was his brother?
Beatrice whispered:
“What?”
Claire lowered the phone.
“Nathan knew Thomas existed.”
Beatrice’s face changed.
Then another possibility struck Claire.
“Nathan was twenty-six twelve years ago.”
“Yes.”
“He and I met when he was twenty-seven.”
Beatrice nodded slowly.
Claire felt betrayed by someone who was no longer alive to explain.
Nathan had hidden an entire brother from her.
And whatever that test revealed, Eleanor was now willing to falsify Lily’s DNA to keep it buried.
Maya spoke again through the phone.
“There’s more.”
Claire lifted it.
“What?”
“The sibling analysis was ordered privately.”
“By Eleanor?”
“No.”
“Charles?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Maya answered:
May you like
“Nathan.”
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