A ripple moved through the guests.
Linda tried to interrupt, but I continued.
“My second point—this didn’t come out of nowhere.”
I took out my phone.
“For the past two months, I’ve saved every message pressuring me to transfer my inheritance into joint control.”
The room stirred.
Ethan finally spoke. “Vanessa, don’t do this.”
I looked at him.
“Don’t do what? Tell the truth?”
I read one of Linda’s messages out loud. Then one from Ethan—suggesting I give up part of my assets to “keep the peace.”