The old man slid the transfer paperwork back toward her.
Naomi's stomach dropped slightly. She turned the offer over in her head, searching for whatever motive sat underneath it.
She'd married into this family, and the old man had always treated her decently, but at the end of the day, he and Ethan were the actual bloodline here.
Is this really just compensation? No strings?
Ten percent of a company this size wasn't pocket change. Handed over this freely, with nothing asked in return?
He'd framed it as trust, that he wasn't worried about her using it against the family. But how many hidden clauses might actually be buried in paperwork like this?
If she accepted it, she'd need Nathan to comb through every line first.
As if reading the wariness on her face, the old man spoke, somethin
