Finally, desperation pushed her back to Mr. Carver’s office. She demanded answers, her voice breaking. The lawyer only adjusted his spectacles. “Mrs. Hale, patience. Your husband left specific instructions. Everything will be revealed soon, but not before the proper time.” Maggie nearly screamed, but bit down her fury.
Leaving the office, she gripped the folder to her chest, breath trembling. She had reached her breaking point. Whatever Daniel had hidden, she would uncover it. No more envelopes, no more delays. She was prepared for betrayal, for ruin—anything but this endless torture.