#Dorothy’s POV#The second guest room was warm, lit by the slanting gold of the late afternoon. A tray sat on the low table, filled with warm chips, a steaming teacup, and a neat stack of folded napkins. The maids had fussed longer than necessary, setting Cass’s travel bags in the corner, smoothing the bedspread, and murmuring soft “yes, ma’am”s before finally leaving.Cass lingered in the doorway, arms folded, watching me like I was some stubborn patient she was about to deliver bad news to.“Eat something,” she said, stepping in. “You’re going to need it.”She shut the door with a quiet click, crossed to the armchair opposite me, and sat down, knees angled toward mine. Her voice dropped low.“I think it’s time you know why you’re here, Dorothy. Why this… inheritance mess looks the way it does. And why you’ve been in the middle of a game you didn’t even know existed.”I set the teacup down, palms damp. “Cass—”“Let me talk. From the beginning.” She rested her elbows on her knees. “My
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