They were seated around the room like spectators in a courtroom.
Except this wasn’t a trial.
It was an execution.
“Ten million dollars is excessive for someone who doesn’t contribute to the family,” my father continued calmly. “Your sister needs the funds to expand the company. You know that.”
Across the table, my older sister Lydia sat perfectly composed. Her blonde hair fell neatly over her shoulders, and she wore a soft gray suit that made her look every bit the responsible executive my parents believed her to be.
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