I looked at Wyatt.
He stood perfectly still.
“Grandpa treated you.”
“Yes.”
“And it worked.”
“Yes.”
Margaret continued.
“Harold knew Virex would come for all three children eventually. He created the trust not only to leave you money, but to fund legal protection and preserve the research until you were old enough to decide what to do with it.”
“Why was I the beneficiary?”
“Because you were the only one whose identity Virex never fully confirmed.”
I laughed bitterly.
“They had my medical files.”
“Not your real genetic profile.”
Walter opened a locked case and removed three sealed envelopes.
“Harold altered records. He gave each child a false name in the laboratory archive.”
“Then how did Virex find us?”
Margaret looked at Wyatt.
“He found you.”
My chest tightened.
Wyatt stepped forward.
“When I sold my company, Virex approached me. They claimed they wanted access to a construction patent. But they asked questions about my childhood.”
