THE HEIRESS
I said evenly, “if this letter is about my mother, I have every right to read it.”
His jaw flexed, but he relented. Slowly, he unfolded the page.
A single sheet. Drayke’s handwriting…crisp, slanted, unmistakably deliberate.
His eyes scanned. His breath hitched.
Elias stiffened. “What does it say?”
Adrian read aloud.
“If this letter is opened, it means Charlotte Reed has moved against the Hartman line.
The catalyst was never the threat.
Margaret Hartman was.”
The room went still.
I felt something cold bloom beneath my ribs.
Bab Populer