Robert had left me investments, but I had never discussed their full value with Daniel. The details were contained in confidential financial records held by my solicitor.
Daniel must have discovered enough to believe I was worth far more than I appeared.
His voice dropped.
“No, she hasn’t found the old file. And she won’t.”
He ended the call.
I backed away from the office and hurried into the living room.
My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely hold my phone.
I had to get out.
But as I reached the front door, Daniel appeared behind me.
“Margaret?”
I turned.
He looked at the handbag in my hand.
“Where are you going?”
“To Helen’s.”
“At this hour?”
“It’s seven o’clock, Daniel. Not midnight.”
He smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes.
“You’ve been acting strangely all week.”
“I’ve been tired.”
“Then let me make you something to help you sleep.”
