Chapter 7 - Ethan’s Money
Every face turned toward him.
Ethan stared at the transaction.
“I never took money from the housing fund.”
The transfer was listed as an executive renovation loan.
It had paid for Ethan’s Beacon Hill townhouse.
He looked sick.
“My father told me it came from a family real-estate reserve.”
Mrs. Harrington closed her eyes.
“Your father used worker money.”
“And you accepted the house.”
Ethan did not deny it.
He had never asked how a family gift worth twelve million dollars was funded.
Wealth had made curiosity optional.
Victoria seized the moment.
“He benefited too.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Yes.”
The admission stopped her.
He turned toward Leah.
“What happens now?”
“The money returns.”
“To whom?”
“The housing trust.”
Ethan authorized the sale of his townhouse.
The proceeds would restore the resident reserve before any family dividend resumed.
Victoria laughed coldly.
“You think giving up one property makes you honorable?”
“No.”
“It makes the ledger accurate.”
Mrs. Harrington looked at her son with sadness, not forgiveness.
That distinction mattered.
Ethan had stopped Victoria.
But Leah’s mother had still spent years afraid of eviction while he lived in a house purchased with her deductions.
The audit continued.
The missing twelve million was not the only misuse.
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Victoria’s diamond bracelet had also been purchased through the housing fund.
The charm inside the brake belonged legally to the residents.
