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"She gave it to me," Julian whispered, his bravado slipping. "She called me the night before she left. She said one of us had to get out before the walls closed in."

Arthur finally looked up. His eyes were cold, professional. "She left because she was weak. And she gave you that money because she knew you were the weakest link. A bribe to stay away." pussy mom mature incest

"At least I stayed," Elias snapped. "I stayed while you ran off to 'find yourself' on our mother's inheritance—the inheritance you weren't supposed to touch until she was gone."

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Julian let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Ethical? You’re still living in a house bought with blood money, wearing a watch that costs more than a nurse’s salary. Don't play the saint just because you’re too scared to be the villain."

Julian tossed the letter onto the table. It slid across the polished mahogany, stopping right in front of Elias. His eyes were cold, professional

Elias tightened his grip on his fork. "I’m not soft, Father. I’m ethical. There’s a difference."