“An addendum Arthur Hale signed in 1989.”
Julian’s heartbeat accelerated.
“What does it say?”
“It says that if Elena Laurent’s claim to ownership is ever formally recognized, control of the partnership assets does not automatically return to Elena.”
“Then who gets control?”
Rebecca hesitated.
“To the attorney appointed as trustee.”
Julian closed his eyes.
“Martin.”
“Yes.”
Everything changed again.
Bianca wanted the property.
Martin wanted the trust.
But how were the two connected?
“Rebecca, freeze everything.”
“I’ve already done that.”
“No transfers.
No signatures.
Nothing moves.”
“Understood.”
Julian ended the call.
Martha whispered, “Martin knew.”
“Yes.”
“He knew what I was planning.”
“Yes.”
“And Bianca…”
Julian looked at her.
“We still don’t know what Bianca knew.”
His phone rang again.
This time Bianca’s name appeared.
Julian answered.
“Where are you?”
“Driving.”
“To where?”
“To my mother.”
Julian glanced at Martha.
“Why?”
“Because Martin found her.”
Julian felt his chest tighten.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you need to stop believing last night was about this mansion.”
“Then what was it about?”
“Keeping your mother away from mine.”
Julian stared at Martha.
“Why?”
Bianca’s voice broke.
“She was supposed to sign the restitution documents yesterday.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t she?”
“Because Martin reached her first.”
Julian rose.
“Where is Elena?”
“A private care facility about two hours north.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“No.”
“Bianca.”
“You saw what I did last night.”
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t trust me.”
“I don’t.”
“Good.”
For the first time since the confrontation, Julian heard what sounded like real fear in her voice.
“But if you want the truth, get there before Martin does.”
The line went dead.
Elena Laurent was seventy-six years old.
Julian had imagined someone angry.
Instead he found a quiet woman.
Thin.
Elegant.
Her once-dark hair had turned almost completely white, but her eyes were unmistakably similar to Bianca’s.
Bianca stood near the window when Julian entered.
She looked exhausted.
No makeup.
No jewelry.
No engagement ring.
Julian had never seen her look so vulnerable.
Part of him hated that he still noticed.
“Where’s Martin?” he asked.
“Gone.”
“Was he here?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Around six this morning.”
“What did he want?”
Bianca turned toward the hospital bed.
Elena answered for her.
“My signature.”
Her voice was soft.
Julian moved closer.
“Mrs.
Laurent.”
“You resemble Arthur.”
He stopped.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
Julian could not answer.
Elena gave a faint smile.
“You didn’t do it.”
“My family did.”
“That isn’t the same thing.”
Julian looked at Bianca.
“Your daughter apparently disagrees.”
Bianca flinched.
Elena’s expression tightened.
“Bianca.”
“What?”
“Tell him.”
Bianca crossed her arms.
Julian waited.
At last she spoke.
“Martin contacted me six months ago.”
Julian stared at her.
“He obviously knew exactly who I was.”
“What did he want?”
“He told me your mother intended to deceive mine again.”
Martha, who had insisted on coming despite the hospital doctor’s objections, entered behind Julian.
Bianca stopped talking.
Elena saw Martha.
For several long seconds, neither older woman said anything.
Then Martha began to cry.
“Elena.”
Elena’s eyes filled as well.
“You’ve gotten old.”
Martha laughed through her tears.
“So have you.”
Julian watched as his mother approached the woman whose life her husband had helped destroy.
Martha stopped beside the bed.
“I should have told the truth.”
Elena looked up at her.
“Yes.”
“I was afraid.”
“I know.”
“I convinced myself that protecting my family meant protecting Arthur.”
Elena’s voice softened.
“And eventually?”
“I understood that protecting Arthur was destroying everyone else.”
A tear moved down Elena’s cheek.
Martha reached for her hand.
Elena allowed Martha to hold it.
Bianca wandte ihr Gesicht ab.
Julian blickte zurück zu ihr.
“Weitermachen.”
Bianca presste die Zähne zusammen.
„Martin zeigte mir Unterlagen, die belegten, dass Martha einen Trust gründete.“
„Dieser Teil stimmte.“
„Er sagte, das Vertrauen selbst sei ein weiterer Trick.“
Er behauptete, Martha würde so tun, als würde sie das Eigentum zurückgeben, und dann die Annahme durch meine Mutter als rechtlichen Beweis dafür verwenden, dass der ursprüngliche Streit endgültig beigelegt sei.“
Rebecca, die kurz zuvor hereingekommen war, schüttelte den Kopf.
„Das stimmt nicht.“
Bianca lachte bitter auf.
„Das weiß ich jetzt.“
Julian starrte sie an.
„Also fingen Sie an, meine Mutter zu manipulieren.“
Bianca hat es nicht dementiert.
„Du hast ihre Medikamente versteckt.“
“Ja.”
„Du hast sie verwirrt wirken lassen.“
“Ja.”
„Du hast mich angelogen.“
“Ja.”
„Du hast ihre Hand vom Pool weggeschoben.“
Bianca schloss die Augen.
“Ja.”
Elena flüsterte: „Bianca.“
Biancas Gesichtsausdruck verfinsterte sich.
„Ich dachte, sie würde wieder dasselbe tun.“
„Das entschuldigt nicht, was du getan hast.“
“Ich weiß.”
Julians Wut flammte erneut auf.
„Du hast ihr gesagt, dass sie nach der Hochzeit nicht mehr da sein würde.“
Bianca sah ihn direkt an.
„Ich habe nicht davon gesprochen, sie zu töten.“
„Worüber habt ihr gesprochen?“
