Russell held a folder.
“Since everyone spent years arguing about my money, I thought we might finally settle the matter.”
Claire groaned.
“Please don’t make this theatrical.”
Russell smiled.
“Darling, I faked my own funeral. I think we passed theatrical months ago.”
Even Claire laughed.
He opened the folder.
“The mansion is being sold.”
Daniel nodded.
“The coastal house?”
“Sold.”
“Cars?”
“Sold.”
Claire looked amused.
“Watches?”
“Sold.”
I raised an eyebrow.
helped her sabotage the farmhouse.
And then came the will.
This time, nobody gathered in Hayes’s office.
We met in a hospital garden.
Russell sat beneath a tree with a blanket over his knees.
Cancer had weakened him.
But he was alive.
Claire sat on one side.
Daniel on the other.
I sat across from them.
Margaret stood behind me.
