“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re just trying to hurt me,” she murmured, though her voice held no conviction.

Simon reached into his pocket and pulled out another folded document.

“Last week, I got a phone call from a law firm in the city. They said they wanted to verify my information, because my grandfather left an educational trust in my name that nobody ever mentioned to me.”

Joanna gasped—she’d had no idea any such fund existed.

Dorothy began to sob openly, covering her face with her hands.

“It was meant to help you when you started university, and your grandfather set it up shortly before he passed away,” she admitted, her voice trembling.