“You did it because you knew that if Laura carried Diego’s biological child to term…”
Marcus tapped the titanium briefcase in his hand:
“…the sixty-four-million-dollar irrevocable testamentary trust left by your late grandfather, Don Emilio Vazquez, would automatically vest one hundred percent of its principal, voting shares, and commercial real estate titles exclusively in Laura and her living biological descendants.”
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I sat upright on the examination table.
The blue gel on my stomach was cold, but the blood surging through my veins was liquid fire.
“Grandfather Emilio’s trust…?” I whispered, my mind racing through fifteen years of family history. “Diego… Grandfather’s will was settled eight years ago when he died. My mother told me the estate was liquidated to pay off his foreign shipping debts.”
Marcus turned toward me, his expression softening for a fraction of a second with deep, profound sorrow:
“Your mother was lied to, Laura.”
