Catherine burst in, her eyes red with fake grief that turned into pure rage the moment she saw the documents. “You’re a thief! A manipulative maid!” she screamed, lunging for the papers with manicured claws.
But the originals were already with the estate lawyer, and the trap Henry had set for his own neglectful children was finally closing. They didn’t realize that Henry had documented every time they ignored his calls or stole from his accounts.
“He watched you both for years,” I said, my voice cutting through their screaming like a cold blade. “He saw that you only loved his money, so he gave it to the only person who actually cared for him.”
They looked at me then, really looked at me, seeing the shape of their father’s jaw and his stubborn brow in my own face. The power shift was so violent I could almost feel the floor tilting beneath our feet.
I left them screaming in the study and drove straight to the nursing home to find the woman Henry had never forgotten. I had a debt to settle, and I wouldn’t let another hour pass without fulfilling my first task.