Neil stood close to her, whispering something that made her smile.
“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense silence.
Neil spun around, his face pale. “Laura! You’re just in time,” he said, his tone overly cheerful.
“Let’s get these documents signed.”
Irene stepped forward, her smile still plastered on. “Yes, let’s not drag this out.”
Neil laid the papers on the table and slid them toward me, but something inside me snapped.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the papers and tore them in half. “I know the truth,” I said, holding up the letter.
Irene’s smile faltered.
“What truth?” she asked, her voice icy.
“Charles was my grandfather,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me.
“He gave my mother the money because he owed her. She didn’t steal anything.”
Neil’s face twisted in panic. “Laura, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Stop lying!” I shouted.
“I saw you whispering to Irene. You’ve been working together, haven’t you?”
Irene turned on Neil, her composure slipping. “You said she’d sign!
You promised! God, I can’t believe I wasted my time with you.”
Neil stammered, but I cut him off. “Get out.
Both of you.”
Neil dropped to his knees, pleading. “Laura, please. I made a mistake, but I love you.”
“Love doesn’t look like betrayal,” I said coldly, stepping back.
“Goodbye, Neil.”
As they left, I held the letter close to my chest. My mother’s story wasn’t perfect, but it was hers, and it was honest. I wouldn’t let anyone tarnish her memory.
She had fought for what was right, and now, so would I.
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