“Come on, Dad. With Helena’s brains? She’ll never figure it out.” Jack waved his hand. “She’s useless. Honestly, the way you set it up? Perfect. Letting her die like this? Cleanest solution.
“She hasn’t even opened the drawer with the will. She won’t know a thing.”
Hearing Jack talk about my death like he was planning a grocery list? My stomach twisted.
I should’ve known better. There was no saving either of them.
Sebastian didn’t even pause. “You’re right. I’ve overestimated that worthless
woman.
“She’s good for nothing but cleaning up after us. Even if she did see the letters, so what? I’ve kept a roof over her head for thirty years. She should be grateful.
“She’s old. Almost done for. Even if she gets angry, what difference does it make? She’s got no one else. Sooner or later, she’ll come crawling back.”
Jack shifted uncomfortably. “But, Dad… something felt off today. She ignored you. Didn’t even look at me. And she hasn’t come back yet. You think she’ll turn on us? We can’t have that kind of mess.”
Sebastian snorted. “Relax. I’ve lived with her for thirty years. I know her better than she knows herself. She doesn’t have it in her.”
“At most, she’s upset she finally figured out she never had a place in my heart,” he continued. “I’ll smooth things over. It’ll blow over.
“She’s got no money, no family. What’s she gonna do? Without me, she’s homeless. If she dies out there? One less problem for us.”
