Chapter 5 Stay Out Of My Sight

"Ms. Marsh?"

"Is Ms. Marsh really here?"

The words rippled through the room like a shockwave. Led by Oliver, the shareholders of Hughes Group turned almost as one, eyes wide with disbelief.

No one had dreamed Ashlyn would walk through those doors-least of all Carl and Paulina.

Carl's mind reeled. He had given Ashlyn a dose strong enough to keep her under for days. He had checked on her himself, over and over, making sure she stayed deep in sleep.

She shouldn't be conscious, let alone standing in this room.

The reporters snapped awake in an instant, cameras whipping around to focus on Ashlyn.

"Ms. Marsh, how are you feeling right now? You look remarkably well-have you been recovering for a while?"

"The company just announced a major leadership shift. Were you aware of it? With you here now, does that announcement still stand?"

"There are rumors online that this change was planned years ago. Care to comment?"

Microphones surged forward, jostling for position in front of Ashlyn.

"Back up, please-give her some room," Carl called out, pushing through the crowd.

He no longer cared how Ashlyn had woken up.

What mattered now was taking back the story before it slipped away.

"Ashie," he said softly, leaning in close, "I only did it because I was worried about you. You always drive yourself too hard. I didn't want you waking up and jumping straight back to work. I stepped in to keep everything steady until you were truly strong enough."

The words sounded caring, almost noble-explaining the secrecy while painting him as the thoughtful, protective husband the cameras loved.

And in Carl's mind, Ashlyn would swallow it, just as she always had.

Out of old habit, he reached to draw her gently toward him.

This time, though, his hand never landed.

Ashlyn brushed it away without a second thought.

She stepped past his stunned expression, walked straight to the podium, and faced the room herself.

"I built this company," she said calmly. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Silence crashed over the crowd.

Carl's face drained of color. Paulina went pale beside him.

But Ashlyn wasn't finished.

"That also means." She went on, her eyes locking onto Carl's, "I'll be taking back every share I ever transferred."

She held Carl's gaze, steady and unflinching. "You told me once that if I ever wanted them returned, you would hand them over without a fight. My assistant will contact you tomorrow to handle the paperwork."

"What?" Carl blurted, rooted to the spot, shock plain on his face. For a second, he thought he had misheard.

Paulina and the rest of the Hughes family stood frozen behind him, mouths open.

Losing the CEO title was bad enough. Losing the shares meant being wiped out completely-stripped of power, status, everything.

For a family that had lived comfortably at the top for years, it was a nightmare the Hughes family couldn't imagine.

"Ashlyn, you can't do this!"

"You didn't build that company by yourself!"

"The Hughes Group's success has our contribution in it too-you don't get to call the shots alone!"

The sharpest protests erupted from the Hughes family.

"Contribution?" Ashlyn gave a quick, biting laugh. "Everything you've lived on-your houses, your shopping sprees, your vacations-came straight out of company money. So tell me, what did any of you actually put in? Did you bring in a single client? Seal one deal?"

Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Your worth to this company doesn't even match that of the cleaning crew."

The company only carried the Hughes name because Ashlyn had once been head-over-heels for Carl. In reality, every dollar, every plan, every bit of hard work had been hers and hers alone.

Every share they clutched had been sliced off her own portion and handed over like gifts.

And in return?

She got nothing but scorn, sneers, and endless put-downs.

"Ashlyn!"

The shout burst from Thalia Hughes, Carl's mother. She stormed forward, face twisted with rage. "You ungrateful little brat. You open your eyes and suddenly act like you own the world. It was Carl who looked after you all those years! Doctors, treatments, calling in favors... do you have any clue how much we spent on you? You're shameless."

Thalia had never seen Ashlyn as anything more than an outsider with no family, no power, no real standing. In her eyes, without the Hughes family propping her up, Ashlyn would have ended up with nothing.

Ashlyn let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Really? Then whose money kept your whole family afloat all this time? You used my own funds to pay for my care, and now you expect me to thank you? Or is it that everything you've taken still hasn't satisfied you?"

"You-you..." Thalia trembled with fury, words sticking in her throat.

She had never imagined Ashlyn would come back this fierce.

In the old days, just because she was Carl's mother, Thalia could say or do whatever she wanted, and Ashlyn would take it quietly-meek, obedient, never pushing back.

The moment Ashlyn stood her ground, Thalia couldn't stand it.

She lunged forward on pure instinct, hand raised to strike just like old times. "How dare you talk to me like that? I'll teach you some respect."

But before the blow could land, Ashlyn moved first-a clean, sharp slap that sent Thalia stumbling to the floor.

"Stay out of my sight."