“This is his final will,” I said. “The one he wrote after he realized what you two were doing.”

Charles stepped forward, his eyes wide with sudden panic. “What do you mean by that?”

“He knew,” I said.

I tapped the black leather ledger with my index finger.

“He kept every single bank statement,” I said. “He had his accountant trace every transfer.”

Victoria’s gaze darted between the ledger and my face.

“You don’t know what you’re looking at,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual venom.

“I know exactly what I am looking at,” I said.

“Two million dollars from the logistics company account,” I said.

“Another eight hundred thousand from his personal retirement fund,” I added.

“All of it transferred into a shell corporation registered in Delaware under your name, Victoria.”

The room became very quiet, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Charles looked at his sister, his mouth slightly open.

“You said he didn’t have the statements, Victoria,” Charles muttered.

“Shut up, Charles,” she snapped, not taking her eyes off me.