Matilda’s breath caught in her throat. “But surely, there must be something… something we can challenge?” she asked, desperation creeping into her voice. John sighed, shaking his head slowly. “He’s made it foolproof, Matilda. There’s very little ground for you to stand on.”
A wave of disbelief crashed over Matilda as she absorbed his words. Her hands clenched in her lap, her knuckles turning white. How could Vincent, the man she trusted for forty years, plan such a calculated betrayal? She felt anger mixed with a deep sense of loss.