I Married a Millionaire So I Could Afford My Son’s Surgery – That Night, He Said, ‘Now You Can Finally Learn What You Really Signed For’

“It goes deeper than arguments. Vivien wants to send Eleanor to the cheapest state facility she can find. I heard her call my sister a burden draining the inheritance.”

I pressed a hand over my mouth.

“My children are waiting for me to die so they can profit from it and throw Eleanor away,” he said. “But you don’t think that way. You care for her like she’s a person, not an obstacle.”

Before I could answer, the office door slammed open.

Vivien stormed in with two men in dark suits behind her.

“You gold digger,” she hissed. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened. “Vivien.”

She ignored him and pointed at me.