“I had a short appointment with Chloe Park,” I said, sitting down across from her.

“Chloe is a sharp legal mind, but she sees a lawsuit under every sofa cushion,” Eleanor said smoothly.

“You’re carrying the Vance heir, Vivian, so let Julian handle the unpleasant numbers.”

She reached into her cardigan pocket and slid a folded white insurance rider form across the tablecloth toward my water glass.

“The foundation secretary forwarded this three days ago,” Eleanor said.

“It confirms you’re on the supplemental trust medical policy.”