“That means your mansion, your summer house, your precious family properties, and the assets you used to pretend you were untouchable are now under my control.”
Ethan stared at his mother in horror.
“You told me the refinancing was temporary,” he said.
Eleanor’s hands curled around the arms of her chair.
“It was being handled.”
“No,” I said. “It was being hidden.”
Her eyes snapped back to me.
“You vindictive little—”
“Careful,” I said quietly.
The word stopped her.
