Chapter 75
Chapter 75:
She walked past Skye without a word, heading straight for the drawing room. “Mrs. Higgins! Tea. Strong p>
She sat in the high-backed velvet chair, gripping her cane. She pointed the ferrule at Liam. “Sit p>
Liam sat on the edge of the sofa, looking like a schoolboy called to the principal’s office. Skye remained standing by the door, calculating her exit.
“I have been reviewing the accounts,” Beatrice said, her voice deceptively calm. “Specifically, the discretionary fund p>
Liam swallowed. “Grandmother, I can explain p>
“I told you,” Beatrice cut him off, her eyes narrowing. “I told you explicitly after the hospital incident that if you continued to fund that… grifter, there would be consequences p>
Liam flinched. “Seraphina was in a car accident! She needed help! She has medical bills p>
“She has gambling debts!” Beatrice slammed her cane on the floor. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. “Do you take me for a fool, Liam? I saw the reports. The ‘medical bills’ were paid directly to a loan shark in the East End. Her mother is a degenerate gambler, and your little mistress is paying off the family ledger with Kensington money p>
Skye watched, her face impassive. She knew this. She had ensured Beatrice knew this.
“She’s not a grifter!” Liam shouted, his defense instinctive but weak. “She loves me p>
“She loves your wallet,” Beatrice hissed. “And since you seem incapable of closing it, I will do it for you p>
She pulled a folded document from her purse and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“From this moment forward,” Beatrice announced, looking at Liam with cold disgust, “your access to the family trust is frozen. Completely. You will receive a stipend. A modest one. Until you evict that woman from whatever hole you’ve stashed her in and return to your marital duties p>
“You can’t do that!” Liam gasped, standing up. “I have expenses! The company p>
R𝖾а𝖽 𝗐i𝘁𝗵ou𝗍 с𝘂tѕ 𝗈ո 𝗯𝘦𝗅𝗇𝗼𝘷е𝘭s.𝗰om
“The company is mine,” Beatrice reminded him. “You just run it. For now p>
She turned her gaze to Skye. “And you. You’re leaving p>
Skye met the old woman’s eyes. “Yes p>
“Good,” Beatrice said, surprising them both. “At least one person in this marriage has a spine. But listen to me, girl. If you leave now—quietly, without a scandal—I will ensure your personal assets are unfrozen. The ones Liam tried to lock down p>
Skye raised an eyebrow. It was a bribe. A small one, but useful.
“I want the cottage deed,” Skye said. “And I want my name off the joint liabilities for Kensington Global p>
“Done,” Beatrice said. “Mrs. Higgins, fetch the papers from the safe p>
Liam looked between them, horrified. “Grandmother, you’re helping her leave me p>
“I am protecting the family name from your incompetence,” Beatrice snapped. “If she leaves quietly, the stock price holds. If she makes a scene because you’re sleeping with a fraudster, we lose millions p>
Mrs. Higgins hurried in with a thick envelope. Skye took it. She checked the contents. The deed was there.