Nathaniel's funeral was left in ruins.
While the Vanguard family scrambled to physically block the paparazzi, the marshals officially sealed off the study and the wall safe.
I didn't spare Serena a single glance, nor did I demand Stella keep kneeling. Stella was only seventeen years old. She wasn't entirely innocent, but she didn't deserve to carry the cross for Nathaniel's sins, either.
As I walked out of the manor, reporters swarmed me like sharks smelling blood, shoving microphones into my face.
"Ms. Monroe! Are there major discrepancies in Mr. Vanguard's will?"
"Is Vanguard Enterprises under investigation for concealing marital assets?"
"Is that teenage girl really your late husband's illegitimate daughter?"
Glen efficiently pushed through the mob to clear a path.
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