The terms of the agreement were simple . Charles Wentworth was to give up every asset we owned jointly - including the Riverview Estate , the riverfront villa my parents had paid for in large part . He would also forfeit all his personal accounts and stock holdings . He would be left with nothing . His breathing grew harsh as his eyes bored into the clauses on the divorce papers , as if he could scorch holes in them with sheer rage . The mask of false remorse ripped away , revealing the twisted face beneath . " Evelyn ! Don't push me ! " he snarled , slamming his palm onto the table . " You think you've won ? Let me tell you - Sophie's uncle is Jonathan Blackwell , one of AeroCorp's biggest shareholders , the Vice President overseeing Safety and Operations. He's already suppressing this mess ! At worst , I'll get slapped with ' pilot error ' and grounded a few months . " He sneered , his arrogance rushing back . " But you - you forged evidence , accused your own captain . You'll be blacklisted across the entire industry for life ! " Then , leaning forward , he spat his ultimatum . " I'll give you one last chance . Take this garbage back . Tell the investigators you lied , that you were hysterical . Do it or you'll end up ruined ! " I looked at him - and suddenly laughed . " Charles , do you know what you look like right now ? A mad dog . " " What did you just say ?! " he roared , his fury cracking through his voice . At that moment , the hotel room door thudded with three sharp knocks . Charles's lip curled . He assumed it was one of my " allies , " and his confidence swelled . " What now ? You called in backup ? Let me tell you - it won't work ! No matter who- " The door opened before he could finish . Chapter7 # 7.29 % Richard Alden , AeroCorp's Director of Safety , stepped inside with two uniformed inspectors at his back . His eyes swept the photos scattered on the table , the divorce agreement , and finally settled coldly on Charles's distorted , furious face . " Captain Wentworth , " Richard said , his tone as cold as ice , "you seem ... very confident about the outcome of this investigation . " The arrogance on Charles's face froze solid . He choked , silent , like his throat had been cut off . One of the inspectors flipped open a laptop and turned the screen toward him . " Before we move to formally arrest you , Captain, we thought you should see this . " The screen came alive with video - the restored feed from the Flight Data Recorder's cockpit camera . In crisp clarity , Charles leaned over Sophie's seat , guiding her hand as he taught her how to disable the trim system . The two of them laughed and bantered , their tone light , almost playful . " You're amazing , Charles , " Sophie cooed . " Of course . Watch me show you something exciting , " he replied with a grin . The grotesque exchange clashed horrifically with the background audio of passengers screaming in terror outside the cockpit . Richard pointed at the screen , his voice like iron . " Explain this . " Charles's legs gave out . He collapsed to the floor , limp and wordless .