years of wages, meals, repairs, and raising his children count as payment.”
The doorbell rang behind us.
A woman in a navy jacket stood outside holding a leather folder.
“Mira Patel,” she said.
“Mr.
Cole asked me to come if Mrs.
Bennett reached Sydney.”
Richard blocked the doorway.
“This is a private family matter.”
Mira looked past him at me.
“Are you Helen Bennett?”
“Yes.”
“Then my duty is to her, not to you.”
Arthur stepped aside, and Richard was forced to do the same.
Mira entered and placed the folder on the coffee table.
“Mrs.
Bennett, Daniel established a royalty trust eighteen years ago.
You are the primary beneficiary.”
“I have never received a penny.”
“I know.
The payment instructions were changed shortly after Daniel passed away.”
Richard folded his arms.
“Mom authorized that.”
“I did no such thing.”
He pulled a document from his travel bag and slapped
