Celia remained silent.
But I could see a small smile at the corner of her mouth.
Raymond's face reddened.
“Thomas clearly wasn't thinking properly when he created that trust.”
I shook my head.
“He began establishing it years before his death, with independent professional advice. His final revisions were documented.”
Raymond stared.
Celia spoke calmly.
“We've reviewed the available records. If you wish to challenge them, the appropriate forum is court.”
Raymond looked furious.
Then he leaned toward me.
“You're making a mistake.”
I met his eyes.
“Perhaps. But at least this one will be mine.”
He stood.
Before leaving, he turned back.
“And that boy? Julian?”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“What about him?”
Raymond's expression twisted.
“He'll drain you dry if you let him.”
I looked at him.
And something inside me settled.
I remembered Eleanor's letter.
Her fear.
Her desperation.
Thomas stepping forward.
Julian growing up with unanswered questions.
