Mason slammed his palm against the table. “You set us up.”
“No,” I answered calmly. “You walked into the room carrying matches. I simply turned on the lights.”
Vivian rose slowly to her feet. “I cared for your father.”
“You isolated him.”
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“You sold pieces of it.”
“He loved me!”
“He warned me about you.”
That wounded her more deeply than shouting ever could. Her face crumbled for one naked second before rage pulled it tight again.
Judge Maren spoke with lethal calm. “The petition for guardianship is denied. I am referring this matter to the district attorney, the probate fraud division, and the state bar regarding Mr. Bell’s filings presented today.”
Mr. Bell gripped the edge of the table tightly.
