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Chapter 44 - The Wrong Bride Was the Right Heir
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2026-09-11 10:57:32I returned to Halloway's office the next morning, alone this time, because I understood, reading my father's letter for the fifth or sixth time the night before, that whatever he had meant by a decision about the foundation trust was something he had wanted delivered to me directly, without an audience, the way a man delivers the one truth he has been most afraid to have witnessed.
I had not slept, in the ordinary sense of the word. I had spent most of the night at the kitchen
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