“You manipulated my father into signing away his fortune. My lawyers already drafted a petition. Elder abuse. Undue influence.”
One of the men stepped forward with papers.
Vivien smiled.
“And there’s more. I’ve spoken with someone at social services. A woman who marries a dying millionaire for money raises serious questions about her child’s welfare.”
My blood turned to ice.
“Don’t you dare touch my son.”
“Then disappear quietly,” she said. “Or I’ll have your brat taken before the week is out.”
Arthur rose too quickly.
“Vivien, stop.”
“You stop, Father. You’ve embarrassed this family enough.”
