Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE MARRIED HIS BROTHERS' KILLER : Bab 31 - Bab 35

Both — The RoomShe spoke for forty minutes.Simon sat beside her and did not interrupt and did not look at her while she spoke — he looked at his father, watching his father's face the way he watched things that mattered, for the information that existed beneath the surface of the response. His father's face was still in the processing way. He had the full weight of his attention on Mara and he did not move it for the forty minutes she spoke.She said Adaeze's name first. She said it clearly and she said the age — twenty-two — and she said what Adaeze had wanted to be and she said what had happened and she traced it back to the Century City transaction the way you trace a river back to its source, following the water to the place it started.She said Frederick's name. She said Daniel's name. She said what they had done with the specificity of someone who had read the files until they were memorized and then lived inside the consequences of them and had not confused the two things.Sh

Mara — The Decision She Made FirstShe did not wait for morning.She had understood, sitting in the car on the drive back to the estate while Simon drove in silence and the city moved past the windows in the dark, that waiting for morning meant waiting for him to carry something that was hers to carry. He was going to sit with his father's ultimatum and he was going to think, which was what Simon did, the careful thorough thinking of a man who followed every option to its end before he chose — and he was going to arrive at something, by morning, that was shaped by the weight of what he was being asked to account for.She was not going to let him do that alone.She got out of the car at the estate. She said goodnight. She went upstairs to the residential bedroom and sat at the desk by the window and looked at the Hollywood Hills in the night and then she did the thing she had been deciding to do for the last forty minutes of the drive.She called Elder Brown.He answered on the third r

Both — The First True ThingHe told her on a Friday.Not the last day of the two weeks. The ninth day. He had been at the downtown office that morning and he had come back at four in the afternoon and she had heard his car and heard him come in and heard, by the particular quality of his footsteps on the stairs, that he had decided something.She was in the sitting room. She was always in the sitting room in the late afternoon now, the chair by the window, the book she was sometimes reading and sometimes holding. He came in and she looked up and he looked at her with the expression she had named, finally, in the direction of — the face pointed toward something — and sat in the chair across from her.They looked at each other."I've decided," he said.She waited."I'm not ending the marriage," he said. "Not for the board. Not for my father. And not because I've resolved everything — I haven't. There are things I'm still carrying that I'm not done carrying and I think you know that." He