Lily Thompson I sat at the long oak table, my palms pressed flat against the smooth surface, trying to still the tremor in my fingers. The files my lawyer had spread out between us looked endless—thick stacks of papers, photocopied receipts, legal stamps, neatly bound statements. They smelled of dust and ink, but to me, they carried the stench of lies. Ryan sat beside me, his hand resting lightly on my chair, a silent anchor. Theo leaned forward across from me, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the papers like he wanted to tear holes through them. My mother sat opposite too, lips pressed thin, arms folded, as though she were here out of duty and not concern. My lawyer, pushed one file closer to us. “This is what they’ve filed so far,” he said, tapping the stack. “Your stepfather’s counsel presented records that appear to show your late father’s companies in debt. Significant debt. According to these papers, he had no assets left when he passed.” I swallowed hard. “Is that true? W
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