She had told me she was working on something big, but she hadn’t shown me this yet.

“Those drafts were never executed,” Margaret said, her voice remaining steady, though her fingers twitched against her handbag. “They are irrelevant.”

“They are very relevant,” Grace said. “Especially since they bear your signature, Mrs. Whitmore, alongside Adrian’s.”

“My signature is on many trust documents,” Margaret said.

“Yes, but this particular signature was executed on a date when you were documented as being in a private medical facility in Switzerland, recovering from surgery,” Grace said.

The room went entirely silent.

The only sound was the rain beating against the windowpane.

Margaret’s posture went incredibly rigid.

“Are you suggesting something, Ms. Monroe?” Margaret asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“I am not suggesting anything,” Grace said, leaning forward. “I am stating a fact.”

She turned a page in the document, pointing to a forensic analysis report attached to the back.

“Adrian tried to bypass the heir clause entirely by creating a retroactive amendment,” Grace said.

I watched Margaret’s face.