“And I said no,” Ethan replied.
“I assume he explained the misunderstanding.”
“You mean your attempt to convince me he was having an affair?”
“I showed you facts. You chose your own conclusion.”
The cruelty of that sentence was almost impressive.
Almost.
“Where is Camille’s trust?”
Lorraine watched him for several seconds before opening a drawer and taking out a blue folder.
“There was an account.”
“How much?”
“Originally? Two million dollars.”
Ethan didn’t move.
“What happened to it?”
“Your father dissolved it.”
“When?”
“Shortly before he died.”
“Because he finally came to his senses.”
Ethan opened the folder.
Inside were copies of trust documents, account records, and a letter signed by Charles.
The original trust listed Camille as the beneficiary.
The dissolution transferred everything into a Bennett investment company.
“You took it,” Ethan said.
“I preserved it.”
“It belonged to her.”
“It was money your father hid from his legitimate family.”
“She is his child.”
For the first time, Lorraine raised her voice.
“Your father lied to me for years. He paid that woman to stay silent. While I protected his reputation and built his companies, he created secret accounts.”
I looked at her.
For the first time, I saw pain beneath the pride.
“You were angry with him,” I said.
She turned sharply toward me.
“This doesn’t concern you.”
“You couldn’t punish him after he died, so you punished his daughter.”
Lorraine stood.
“Then explain it.”
“Camille grew up with a mother who accepted money from a married man.”
“And Ethan grew up believing money determined everyone’s worth.”
Her face lost its color.
Ethan closed the folder.
She said nothing.
“He couldn’t speak after the stroke.”
“He had lucid moments.”
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