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“I’d rather stand as I hear how Dad fucked us over one last time”

“Trent” My sister’s soft voice should calm me Unfortunately, it doesn’t

Instead, I stalk toward the door, putting myself between the exit and every person in here My feet punctuate the wood floor withmy intentions No one can exit unless Isecret is spilled here and now

“Very well” Dad’s lawyer clears his throat “If everyone else is ready, I’ll proceed” He looks around the room, and everyone else nods “Ronald had a considerable estate when he passed away We set the estate up in an offshore account”

My teeth grind together That fucking bastard “How ?”

“Millions”

“How many?” I hiss “Tell hter out to dry”

“Twenty-two million”

Before I knohat I’, my fist connects with the wall

Plaster breaks away as I hear a screa to calm down Cyrus

I turn back to the lawyer, knowing full well the picture I painted with blood dripping down?” Cyrus asks

His lawyer at least has the decency to look uncomfortable

“Long enough that he could have spared Ivy,” IIt’s obvious”

When the lawyer doesn’t speak, Ivy lets out a strangled cry as she puts her head in her lap

“If he weren’t dead, I would kill him,” Cyrus says

Him and me both

“Well,” I spit out, “now that we knoith no measure of doubt—and mind you, this topic was never up for discussion—that my dad was an utter piece of shit, what do you have to tell us? I can only speak for s to do”

“Just sit, Trent,” my mother says

I look over at the woman who used to be a shell of a human

It’s re now That’s what having my father away from her did

His presence made her a shadow, and now that she’s stepped out, she’s blooer on the signs of her heartbreak, and I’s can be

I let out a sigh and take a seat at the table

Froirl

Payton

If she and her sister are here, it

The money is blood ive it to them Ivy ant to donate it somewhere

She’s too good for this family

Always has been, alill be

Definitely too good for Cyrus, the sadistic fuck

But, regardless, he’s good to her

Loves her Thathappen to her In my book, that makes him a better man than me because he’s capable of that kind of love

“Spit it out, Baker,” I growl “Who gets the money?”

The woman I assume is Payton’s sister sits up As if she knows the answer to this question

I watch her with narrowed eyes If what she thinks is about to happen happens, there will be hell to pay