TRENT'S POV
Clarence was my backup, or no wait, more appropriately, he has sandwiched himself to me as we went on the journey that I sold did not look forward to.
I listen to Evelyn's voice note over and over, wishing I could crush it between my hands; how infuriating. The soul essence or rather what I had been able to gather from the annoying voice of hers as she spun into a long monologue of how she had come all the way to America and was not going to go back until she got what she asked for.
Like I was the one who told her to come all the way from her precious London here. If she didn't like it, she could only wear, leave for all I cared. If she wanted all of Father's property for herself and that woman she called mother, then she should have made him sign it over to her when he was
