Father's smile turned to stone, his face draining of color as if I'd slapped him. He couldn't process the bomb I'd just dropped.
"Maisie... what the hell did you just say?" His voice cracked like thin ice.
Mother lunged at me, her manicured nails sinking into my arm like talons drawing blood. "Have you gone completely mad? That money is the Ford empire, generations of blood, sweat, and tears!" she shrieked, spittle flying.
I drank in their panic like fine wine, a vicious thrill of revenge coursing through my veins. "Oh, I know exactly what it is."
"But you signed it all over to me, didn't you?" I continued. "What's mine, I'll burn if I please."
I wrenched free from Mother's grasp and locked eyes with Mr. Sterling, my voice cold steel. The lawyer adjusted his glasses, discomfort writte
