“I’m saying Victor stopped trusting Michael.”
The room tilted.
Across the hall, Michael stood beside Sophie near the buffet table. Both of them looked toward me at the exact same moment.
Charles continued.
“Victor also left something else. A sealed file. He told me if you ever called after receiving a warning, I was to bring it directly to you.”
“What’s inside?”
“I refused to open it.”
“Charles—”
“You cannot stay with your children tonight,” he interrupted sharply. “Victor was adamant about that.”
I swallowed hard.
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