That was when my father slowly lifted his head.
For the first time since I arrived home, his voice no longer trembled.
“Isabella is my trustee,” he said clearly. “She always has been.”
Vivian froze completely.
Dad looked at her with exhausted heartbreak. “After my first wife died, I promised myself never to place my entire life in one person’s hands again.”
The room erupted into chaos.
Vivian lunged toward him.
I stepped directly between them.
And for the first time, I saw fear enter her eyes.
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