“So you decided that because I was recovering from childbirth, I was too fragile to know my husband was buying a mansion for his employee?” I asked.

“I was trying to shield you from unnecessary stress while you healed,” Russell insisted.

“You didn’t shield me from stress, Russell.

You simply chose to lie by omission,” I said, my voice shaking with hurt.

Walter tapped his cane sharply on the hardwood floor to cut off our argument.

“Enough squabbling.

Russell, start from the very beginning of this transaction and leave nothing out.”

Russell let out a long breath and stood up from his chair.