“Lexi,” he said.
I ignored him and looked at Kessler.
“Mr. Kessler, my name is Alexis Carter. I am the majority owner of Harrison Global Holdings. Cobb Meridian has no relationship with my company.”
Kessler nodded. “That has become clear.”
Then I turned to the rest of the room.
“There is one more thing Mr. Cobb planned to use this morning.”
Ronald’s expression sharpened.
“Don’t,” he said.
It was almost funny.
He could threaten my grief in private, but he feared my truth in public.
I reached into my handbag and removed a photograph.
Emilia.
Tiny.
Sleeping.
Wrapped in pink.
My voice did not shake.
“This was my daughter. Emilia Grace Carter. She lived thirty-seven days.”
The room softened.
Even Kessler looked down.
“She was not abandoned. She was loved every second of her life. After she died, my grandfather founded a cardiac institute in her name. The records are public. The grief was private.”
