Chapter 8 - The Confrontation
Suddenly, the lights in the study flared to life, blinding me.
I dropped the file, spinning around to see Julian standing in the doorway with a vicious smile.
"Caught red-handed stealing from the safe," Julian mocked loudly.
"Dad!" he yelled down the hall.
"Come see what your little charity cases are up to!"
Arthur appeared moments later, wearing his silk dressing gown, his face tight with sleep and confusion.
He looked at me, then at the open safe, and finally at the scattered documents on the floor.
"I wasn't stealing," I yelled, pointing directly at Julian.
"He told me to open it!"
"He told me you murdered my parents!"
Arthur's face completely drained of color.
He looked at his son with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust.
"You sick, twisted boy," Arthur whispered.
"You tried to poison this child's mind just to protect your trust fund?"
Julian dropped his arrogant smirk.
"They don't belong here, Dad!"
"They are parasites!"
Arthur raised his cane and slammed it down onto the wooden floor with a deafening crack.
"They are the only real family I have left!" Arthur roared.
"Get out of my house, Julian."
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"You are completely disinherited as of this moment."
Julian stared in shock, but Arthur’s unyielding gaze forced him to turn and run out into the night.
