Chapter 4 - The Legal Document That Terrifies Constance Hartwell Entirely
“Guards left their posts twenty minutes ago when the federal execution warrants were served at the front gate,” the woman declared coldly.
She stepped closer to the table, tossing the thick manila folder directly onto the center of the linen spread.
“My name is Sarah Sterling, and I am the court-appointed executor of Arthur Hartwell’s true, unredacted last will and testament.”
The color drained entirely from Constance’s face, leaving her looking remarkably like a corpse sitting in an expensive dress.
Julian stumbled back against his chair, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as the name of his deceased father was spoken.
“That’s impossible... Arthur’s estate was settled fifteen years ago under strict family supervision,” Constance stammered, her voice shaking.
“Your husband amended his will on his deathbed, Constance, realizing the monstrous tyranny you intended to inflict upon his true bloodline,” Sarah replied.
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Sarah pointed a steady finger directly down at the weeping boy huddled on the cold marble floor near the table base.
“Caleb Hartwell isn't an illegitimate afterthought; he is the primary legal heir to fifty-one percent of the entire Hartwell trust.”
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