We’d have thrown you a magnificent party!”

“I don’t want your parties, Barbara,” Alistair said, glancing at the table. “I want you to leave my family alone.”

His gaze landed on the yellow folder. Before my father could move, one of the attorneys stepped in and lifted it off the table.

“And what is this?” Alistair read the page, his eyes flicking to Reginald. “You’re trying to force a woman who just gave birth — still on hospital medication — to surrender her shares in the company?

That’s an extraordinary thing to attempt, Reginald.”

“It’s — it’s just family business!” Reginald blurted, sweat running down his face. “Raymond has a buyer for the buildings. We only need her shares to close the sale!”