When Julian left, Williams walked me back to the house. His presence was silent but heavy, like the echo of everything I couldn’t stop replaying in my head.
“How much did you hear?” I asked him. My voice sounded calm, but inside, I was barely holding it together.
Williams gave me that steady, unreadable look of his. “How much do you want me to have heard?”
I bit my lip. “You knew George Lachlan. Tell me honestly, would he have picked me just because Eloise Laughlin died on my birthday? Did he leave his entire fortune to someone random? Like he was drawing names from a hat?”
Williams shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, Hailey. The only person who ever really knew what George Lachlan was thinking was Mr. Lachlan himself.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
The hallways of Lachlan House fel
