"We have witnesses and recorded evidence," Martinez replied. "Mr. Solomon, your son conspired with Samuel Walsh to kidnap Harry Solomon. He also hired Victor Kane to kidnap Alice Anderson. The evidence is overwhelming.""Lies!" Mrs. Solomon screamed. "All lies! Harry is a liar and he framed Frank because he's jealous!""Jealous of what?" Martinez asked, her patience clearly wearing thin."Of Frank's success! Of Frank's intelligence! Harry has always tried to make Frank look bad!" Mrs. Solomon continued hysterically."Mom, please," Frank said weakly. "Just... just stop.""I won't stop!" Mrs. Solomon insisted. "They're taking you away for something you didn't do! Frank, tell them! Tell them you're innocent!"Frank looked at his mother's desperate face, then at his father's horrified expression. He could maintain the lie. Could keep claiming innocence. But what was the point? Alice had identified him. Harry had recorded him confessing to Samuel. Samuel would testify against him to save h

Harry turned to face them. "I don't know what to say. I never expected... I never wanted...""We know," Michael said kindly. "Harry, you've never been motivated by money or power. That's one of the things that makes you perfect for this role. You genuinely care about people, about innovation, about doing the right thing.""Harry," Gage said, standing and approaching him. "I've watched you over these past months. I've seen how you handled the crisis with the warehouse fire. How you managed the merger despite Frank's sabotage. How you survived kidnapping and torture and still came back to work. How you exposed Frank's crimes and saved Alice Anderson. You've proven yourself in every way that matters.""I just did what needed to be done," Harry replied."Exactly," Gage smiled. "And that's why I'm proud to officially recognize you as the rightful owner of TechNova Industries and all its subsidiaries. When you turn twenty-five, you'll have full control. Until then, Michael and I will contin

Across the city, Mona Anderson sat alone in her apartment, scrolling through social media. Every post seemed to mock her—pictures of Harry and Alice together, looking happy. Articles about Frank's conviction and Harry's heroism. Updates about TechNova's continued success."It should have been me," Mona muttered bitterly. "I was the one who tried so hard. I was the one who put in the effort. But boring, plain Alice gets everything."She threw her phone across the room in frustration. All her schemes, all her manipulation, all her attempts to get Harry's attention—wasted. She'd alienated her family, destroyed her relationship with Alice, and made herself look desperate and pathetic.And for what? Nothing. Less than nothing."I hate her," Mona whispered. "I hate that she won."But even as she said it, Mona knew the truth. Alice hadn't won by scheming or manipulating. Alice had won by being genuine, by caring about Harry as a person, by having the courage to be honest about her feelings.

The next morning, Harry arrived at TechNova feeling refreshed and optimistic. But as he approached his office, the security guard stopped him."Mr. Solomon, a package was delivered for you early this morning," the guard said. "Around 6 AM. The courier refused to give his name or sign anything. Just dropped it off and left."Harry felt his danger sense hum faintly. "Where is it?""On your desk, sir. We scanned it for explosives and biological hazards. It's clean."Harry entered his office and saw the package—a plain brown box with no return address. Just his name written in neat, careful handwriting across the top.He approached it cautiously, using his enhanced senses to check for any hidden dangers. No chemicals. No electronics. No trace of anything harmful.Carefully, Harry opened the box.Inside was a single photograph, yellowed with age. Harry picked it up and his breath caught in his throat.The photo showed a young boy—maybe nine or ten years old—standing next to a little girl w

"It's called dissociative amnesia," Alfred said. "A psychological defense mechanism. Your mind blocked out all memories of Lily because the guilt and pain were too overwhelming. The doctors said it was your psyche protecting itself from trauma you couldn't process.""How could I forget my own sister?" Harry demanded, his voice breaking. "What kind of person does that?""A traumatized child," Alfred replied firmly. "Harry, you were ten years old. You watched your sister get kidnapped. You were blamed and punished by your parents. Your young mind did the only thing it could to survive—it erased the source of the pain.""Did you know?" Harry asked. "Did you know about Lily all this time?""Yes," Alfred admitted. "I was a friend of your father's—not your adoptive parents, but your biological father who died later. I watched this whole tragedy unfold from a distance. I wanted to help, but your parents wouldn't let me near you.""Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, hurt evident in his voi