“You will sign power of attorney tomorrow morning. Every account, every asset, every investment will be under my control. I will make sure you live comfortably in a care facility that suits your condition. It will not be luxurious, but you will not need luxury anymore.”
Her laugh was soft and cruel.
Gregory kept his gaze unfocused, jaw slack, playing the role perfectly. Inside, his anger roared like the storm outside. Still, he waited. The truth was only useful when revealed at the right moment.
The door opened quietly.
Teresa, the housemaid, stepped in carrying one of the Kensington twins in her arms while the other clung to her hand. She was in her early twenties, with tired eyes and a uniform worn from constant use. She had started working in the mansion to support her grandmother, who needed expensive medication. Teresa never complained, never raised her voice, yet her heart was braver than anyone in the house.
“Mrs. Kensington,” Teresa said gently. “The boys heard shouting. They were frightened. They wanted to see their father before bed.”
Bianca turned sharply, her expression twisting.