Chapter 40 - julian testified without asking anyone to call him changed
The legislative hearing drew cameras.
Julian hated cameras now.
His attorney told us.
I did not care.
He appeared anyway.
Plain suit.
No Blackwell pin.
No family crest.
A senator asked:
“Mr. Blackwell, did your family develop Behavioral Containment Seventeen?”
Julian answered:
“Yes.”
“Was it medical?”
“No.”
“What was its purpose?”
“To control people considered threats to institutional stability.”
“What kind of threats?”
“Whistleblowers.”
“Disobedient executives.”
“Spouses.”
The room quieted.
Then:
“Did you use its principles personally?”
Julian looked toward the cameras.
“Yes.”
“With whom?”
He could have avoided my name.
He didn’t.
“Natalie Fairchild.”
My chest tightened.
He continued.
“I treated her loyalty to her parents as interference.”
“I treated her refusal as embarrassment.”
“And on our wedding day, after my mother pushed her parents into the pool, I told Natalie to smile so she would protect my family’s image.”
No excuse.
No Saint Aurelia.
No Victoria made me.
One senator asked:
“You later underwent coercive treatment yourself. Does that reduce your responsibility?”
“No.”
Almost the same answer he gave years earlier.
“Why not?”
“Because being manipulated can explain how control becomes normal.”
“It does not turn the hand into somebody else’s.”
Silence.
Then they moved to the code.
Julian authenticated old manuals.
Explained how corporate language became clinical terminology.
Admitted he did not know Sierra Vale had used it.
Admitted ignorance did not erase the Blackwell family’s role in spreading the framework.
When testimony ended, reporters shouted:
“Mr. Blackwell, are you redeemed?”
He stopped.
I expected disaster.
He answered:
“That is not a legal question.”
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Then walked away.
For once, I almost smiled.
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