Chapter 10 - THREE MILLION DOLLARS The recording continued.
"I won't share the Astor inheritance with a sick child from his father's first marriage."
Richard's jaw tightened.
Then came the sound of money being placed on a table.
Three million dollars.
The doctor spoke nervously.
"If Mr. Astor discovers this—"
"He won't."
Victoria's voice was calm.
"You'll tell him the boy died."
The mansion became a courtroom.
Everyone was listening.
Nobody moved.
The recording continued.
"People believe what they're told when they're grieving."
Richard looked at Victoria.
She shook her head.
"No."
But the recording was merciless.
It didn't care about beauty.
It didn't care about reputation.
It didn't care about billion-dollar companies.
It simply told the truth.
Richard whispered:
"Six years."
Victoria began crying.
"Richard—"
"Six years."
His voice broke.
"You let me bury my son."
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Victoria collapsed against the staircase.
But the recording wasn't finished.
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