independent counsel.”
Beatrice stared at her.
Gerald gave a bitter laugh.
“Stop.”
Everyone looked at him.
He had been silent for most of the confrontation.
Now he stood.
He looked older than when he arrived.
“Just stop, Beatrice.”
She looked stunned.
“You’re taking her side?”
“I’m taking the side of what I can see with my own eyes.”
“We did this for the family.”
“You took a hundred eighty-seven thousand dollars.”
“I intended to put it back.”
“With what?”
Beatrice said nothing.
Gerald shook his head.
“All these years…”
His
