I quickly checked my private emails on my phone, noting that George had already forwarded the updated projections.
Tyler was telling the truth for once; if he liquidated his non essential land and stopped trying to project an image of wealth he could not actually afford, he had a clear path to solvency.
Carolina tried to interject, her voice regaining some of its sharp edge.
“This really should be handled in private, there is no need for this kind of public spectacle.”
I turned my full attention to her, my expression cold.
“Did you choose to humiliate me in private?”
She had no answer for that, her jaw working as she searched for a comeback.
Uncle River took a firm step forward, his voice low and authoritative, the first time I had seen him act with true resolve in years.
“Carolina, that is enough.”
She went completely silent, looking at her husband as if she had never seen him before.
“Lauren stepped up and helped our son when no one else would even listen to his pleas,” River continued, his gaze sweeping the room. “And we have repaid her kindness by turning her into the butt of a sick joke. I should have put a stop to this years ago, and I regret that I did not.”
The energy in the room shifted entirely, the tension becoming less about money and more about the breakdown of their false superiority.
When the quietest person in the room finally raises their voice, the truth carries an weight that simply cannot be ignored.
Tyler wiped his face with his hands, looking exhausted.
“I will do exactly what is required. I will sign the documents tomorrow morning, and I will have the wire transfer initiated by Monday.”
I gave a curt nod.
“Then I will not initiate the default proceedings tonight.”