Chapter 17 - An Invitation to Chaos|
Ryan went dead white, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of his lungs.
Evelyn turned her head and looked straight at me.
"Claire, I want you to officially accept the Successor Trustee position."
I gasped.
"Evelyn..."
"Not to spite my son," she added, looking back at Ryan. "But because I now understand why I need a trustee who isn't afraid to stand up to him."
Ryan stood up so violently his wooden dining chair tipped backward and slammed onto the hardwood floor.
"Fine!" he raged, his voice echoing through the house. "If you want to drag outsiders into our family business, maybe we should let everyone know what's really going on!"
Evelyn’s expression turned surprisingly peaceful.
"All right," she said simply.
Ryan frowned, caught off guard.
"What?"
She folded her hands neatly over her binder.
"My eightieth birthday dinner is next month."
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She looked her son dead in the eye, her voice calm and absolute.
"Invite the entire family."
