Vivian Cross showed up at Emma's gallery on a Tuesday afternoon.
Emma didn't recognize her at first. She was smaller than she'd been at the manor, frailer. But her eyes were the same. Cold and assessing.
"Ms. Chen," Vivian said. "Or should I say, Ms. Vale now that you're not married to my grandson?"
Emma set down the painting she'd been hanging.
"Can I help you?" Emma asked, keeping her voice professional.
"You can tell me why you destroyed my family," Vivian said. "Why you came into our home and tore everything apart."
Emma turned to face her completely.
"I didn't destroy your family," Emma said. "Your family did that on its own."
Vivian laughed, but it sounded like breaking glass.
"My husband built an empire," Vivian said. "My son continued it. Richard protected it. And you and
