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Margaret's eyes stayed fixed on the rest of the envelope's contents, her stomach sinking.
Not just the marriage certificate—Marcus's birth certificate, DNA results, medical records. All of it laid bare, undeniable.
Clara had been meticulous, gathering evidence for years, and now she was using it.
"She's actually doing this," Margaret whispered. "She's going to blow it all open."
"Everyone OUT!" Gerald roared at the staff. Once they were alone, he grabbed a heavy walking stick, raising it above Ethan's head.
"No, Gerald—" Margaret threw herself in front of her son.
Ethan closed his eyes, not moving to protect himself. He knew he deserved this.
Rose caught Gerald's arm, still reeling. "Stop! Someone explain this to me—now!"
The stick clattered to the
