Adrian lunged at me again, but this time I was ready. I stepped aside, and he crashed into the dining table, knocking over the vase my mother used to fill with yellow roses every Sunday. It shattered across the floor.
That sound hurt more than anything he had done.
I grabbed my phone from the cabinet and hit record.
Adrian saw it and froze.
“Put that down,” he said.
I raised the phone higher. “Say it again. Tell me how my inheritance belongs to you. Tell me how you came here to force me to sign legal documents while I’m grieving my parents.”
His eyes darted toward Vanessa.
She suddenly looked uneasy.
“Isabella,” she said, “don’t blow this out of proportion.”
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