“I wanted to see who would stick around when I was no longer useful to them.”
Then his eyes returned to mine.
“Now I have my answer.”
My mother had abandoned a man she believed was broke, completely unaware that he still controlled a fortune.
There should have been irony in it.
Maybe even satisfaction.
Victor showed neither.
He only looked heartbroken.
“The money wasn’t the test, Maya. The test was seeing if anyone would offer me a glass of water when they thought I couldn’t pay them for it.” He squeezed my fingers. “And you were the only one who came back.”
That sentence stayed with me.
Because I hadn’t come home for his money.
I hadn’t even known it existed.
I had come because he was Victor.
Later that afternoon, his estate attorney, Sarah Jenkins, arrived with a notary and Dr. Vance.
Dr. Vance formally certified that Victor was lucid, understood exactly what he was doing, and was competent to execute legal documents.
