Hayes arrived slowly with a cane.
His shoulder had healed.
His relationship with me had not.
Not yet.
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.
The ridiculous yacht?”
Russell looked offended.
“That yacht was tasteful.”
“It had a marble bathtub.”
