Richard's POV
Richard sat in his car in the parking lot for a long time after the call ended.
The sun had gone down. The lot was nearly empty. The building behind him was dark on most floors.
He sat with his phone in his lap and thought about his father.
Arthur Williams had not been the kind of man who showed guilt openly. He had been controlled and strategic, the kind of person who viewed emotion as a weakness in a negotiation. Richard had grown up watching him manage everything, even family, the way he managed accounts. With careful distance.
But he had added that line to the will.
He had not told anyone. He had filed it quietly and said nothing. He had not gone to the Valentines with an apology. He had not tried to undo the arrangement or expose Sylvanus or tell Richard the truth
