My Son Slapped Me After My Wife’s Funeral, Then Tried To Steal The Fortune I Inherited

Your son will try to discredit you. And if they coordinate…”

He did not finish.

He did not have to.

“They won’t coordinate,” I said quietly.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

“They don’t trust each other enough.”

For the first time that day, he almost smiled.

“Even better,” he said. “Then we control the pace.”

We.

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