“You are a housekeeper. My lawyers can keep you in court for years. You’ll spend every cent you own before this reaches a judge.”
“Then I will spend it.”
Julian stepped closer.
“You have no idea whom you are challenging.”
“I knew your father for eighteen years. I cooked for him when he was ill and sat beside him when he was frightened. Where were you?”
“That is none of your business.”
“It was his business, and he documented it.”
Uncertainty crossed Julian’s face before he hid it.
“Fifteen thousand. Final offer.”
“I want a formal meeting at Nathaniel’s office. Bring every lawyer you have.”
“You will regret this.”
“Perhaps. But I will regret it while standing up.”
After he left, my legs finally began shaking. The next morning, I would enter Nathaniel’s office, but I would not enter alone. I would carry Mr. Whitaker’s letter with me.
