Chapter 7
As the police escort marched Marcus down the driveway into the waiting unmarked sedan, the room finally fell quiet.
The distant relatives dispersed quickly, eager to spread the shocking news of Marcus’s arrest across the entire town.
Vanessa sat in Dad’s leather armchair, burying her face in her hands as silent, heavy sobs wracked her shoulders.
I walked over to her, gently setting a warm cup of tea on the small side table beside her chair.
“I’m so sorry you had to find out like this, Vanessa,” I said softly, resting my hand on her shoulder.
She looked up at me, her eyes red and tear-stained, but filled with a sudden, sharp clarity.
“Dad was trying to protect me and the kids, wasn’t he?” Vanessa asked, wiping her cheeks with a tissue.
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“Yes,” Samuel Price interrupted, opening the third folder from the safe.
“Thomas set up a private, irrevocable trust fund specifically for you and your two children three weeks ago.”
