“And if I say no?”

“You walk into Courtroom 402 on February twenty-eighth with no settlement from his personal wealth,” Daniel said.

“You rely entirely on your grandmother’s trust allowance and your own independence.”

I looked at the green fax, then reached across the blotter and turned it face down.

“Tell his attorney the offer is rejected,” I said.

“We go to court on Tuesday.”

Daniel nodded once, a brief spark of approval in his eyes, before he picked up his fountain pen.