“You’ll never have to go back to catering again.”
But before Isabella could be taken away, a man in a dark suit stepped forward.
The corporate attorney.
He held a thick folder.
“Arthur, she filed false documents saying your son was deceased so she could gain control of the trust fund.”
The room went silent.
Arthur rose slowly.
“She did what?”
Isabella began to shake.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
The attorney opened the folder.
Then he stopped.
His face changed.
He looked at Isabella. Then at Arthur. Then back at the file.
“Mr. Montgomery,” he said quietly, “there’s something else in here.”
Arthur’s jaw tightened.
“What else?”
The attorney pulled out a second document.
