Margaret’s gaze drifted back to Lily.

“She is an infant,” Margaret said.

“She cannot vote shares in a multi-billion-dollar real estate trust.”

“She won’t have to,” I said, stepping forward.

“I will vote them as her legal guardian.”

Margaret let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

“You?” she said. “An art teacher from Rhode Island?”

“The mother of the sole remaining Whitmore heir,” I corrected her.

“Unless you want to let Celeste Vale try to claim a piece of the estate during the bankruptcy proceedings.”

Margaret’s face paled at the mention of Celeste.

“Celeste has no legal standing,” Margaret said quickly.

“She will if she can prove Adrian promised her a share of the assets before the indictment,” Grace countered.

“Our investigators have already flagged three shell companies registered in her name last month.”

“Adrian was moving money to her to keep it out of the divorce court’s reach.”

“That is asset concealment,” Grace added. “And it’s a federal crime.”

Margaret stood up and walked to the window.

She stood with her back to us, her hands clasped tightly behind her.