Chapter 3 - Eleanor’s Arrogant Excuses Crumble Under Harsh Reality
The silence in the ballroom grew so thick that the distant hum of traffic outside on the Boston boulevard vanished completely.
Eleanor raised a manicured hand, trying desperately to salvage her crumbling dignity while the surrounding crowd whispered frantically.
“The child lacks discipline, Julian! We were teaching her humility while you were away on your international business trips!” Eleanor snapped defensively.
Julian let out a cold, humorless laugh that sent a visible shiver down his mother’s spine.
“Humility? You told my wife and daughter I was dead in a plane crash so you could quietly loot my personal estate trusts!”
“That is a complete fabrication!” Eleanor shrieked, her voice pitching into a high, hysterical octave that gave away her panic.
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“I have the federal bank ledgers and wire transfer logs right here in my briefcase,” Julian stated quietly, his eyes narrowing like a predator.
“You haven’t just stolen my family’s peace, Mother—you’ve signed your own federal indictment.”
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