“You reckon he worked like a dog building up the clothing company, trying to prove himself?”
“And then I bought out his entire life’s work didn’t I? With just the push of a pen. He hates me, Ciara. Hates I got Mum’s good looks. Hates that I got the keys to the kingdom. Hates that while he had it rough, I got it easy… if only that were f*****g true. Daltrey dying killed me too, if only he could see that. You know?”
I took his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
He blinked quickly, trying to prevent himself shedding tears. “He’s jealous of me. He’s hurt. We don’t have a relationship, not that we ever did anyway.”
“So, what did you inherit? I only ask out of curiosity–”
He smiled, not suspicious, but impressed I wanted to know his worth. “My mother’s brother, Lord Barlow… he left me all his money.”
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