“The eviction order you gave me is void.”

“If you stay on this property, you are trespassing on Eleanor’s land.”

Charles didn’t say another word.

He turned and practically ran out of the study, his footsteps thudding loudly down the stairs.

Victoria glared at me over her shoulder as the Sheriff led her out.

“This isn’t over,” she spat, her voice trembling with hatred.

“We will tie this up in court for years.”

“We will ruin you, Eleanor.”

“I don’t think you will, Victoria,” I said.

I stood up from the leather chair, my hands resting on the edge of the mahogany desk.

“Your father wanted the truth to be known.”

“And I have all the time in the world.”

The Sheriff escorted her down the hallway, her high heels clicking sharply against the hardwood until the heavy front door downstairs opened and closed with a dull thud.

The silence that followed was immense.

Only the sound of the rain beginning to patter against the glass broke the quiet.

Mr. Vance let out a long breath and sat down in the chair Charles had occupied.