She didn’t ask us to sit.
“I told you to come alone.”
“And I said no,” Ethan replied.
“I assume he explained the misunderstanding.”
“You mean your attempt to convince me he was having an affair?”
“I showed you facts. You chose your own conclusion.”
The cruelty of that sentence was almost impressive.
Almost.
“Where is Camille’s trust?”
Lorraine watched him for several seconds before opening a drawer and taking out a blue folder.
“There was an account.”
“How much?”
“Originally? Two million dollars.”
Ethan didn’t move.
“What happened to it?”
“Your father dissolved it.”
“When?”
“Shortly before he died.”
“Because he finally came to his senses.”
Ethan opened the folder.
Inside were copies of trust documents, account records, and a letter signed by Charles.
The original trust listed Camille as the beneficiary.
The dissolution transferred everything into a Bennett investment company.
“You took it,” Ethan said.
“I preserved it.”
“It belonged to her.”
“It was money your father hid from his legitimate family.”
