"Summer, honey, we still haven't sorted out Ethan's money for this month. Could you handle that tomorrow?" She asked, her voice dripping with feigned concern.
"Ethan? Who's that?" I frowned, clutching my forehead, "Ugh, my head is killing me."
Ethan is Lucas's no-good younger brother, living off our dime like a parasite.
Lucas has always been too soft on him, cleaning up his messes and gambling debts to the tune of millions.
We've had our fair share of fights over his reckless spending.
Martha's face twisted into a cunning smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief once she thought I had amnesia.
My heart chilled a few more degrees.
"Well, if you can't remember, best not to dwell on it. Just rest up," she said, her tone lightening as she left the room.
I locked the study door behind her and started checking the financials on Lucas's computer, noting every transaction and deposit.
A shocking personal expenditure of $30 million caught my eye.
I barely had time to process it when the door clicked, unlocked with a key.
3
Lucas entered briskly. "Why's it so darks in here?"
I quickly closed all tabs, relieved I'd used incognito mode.