“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” I said.“Anything.”“Your father.”Xander went very still. “My father?”“Arthur. And what my father did to him.” I picked up Eleanor’s letter, looking at the neat handwriting. “Xander, I’ve been thinking about this all week. About the fraud. About what Alistair did.”“Diana, you’re not responsible for your father’s actions.”“I know that. But I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or that it wasn’t terrible.” I met his eyes. “Your father died because of what mine did. That’s a fact. And it’s not okay.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying I want justice for Arthur.”Xander stared at me. “Justice?”“Yes. Your father was defrauded. He lost everything. He died of a heart attack because of the stress and devastation of what my father did to him.” I set down the letter. “That shouldn’t just be swept under the rug.”“Diana, I’m not asking you to—”“I know you’re not asking. I’m offering.” I took his hand. “Xander, your plan was to
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