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"Is that what you told yourself?" Julian stood up, pulling a crumpled, yellowed envelope from his jacket. "Because I didn't come back for the merger, or the money. I came back because she died three weeks ago in a small apartment in Marseille. And she left a letter for Elias. Not for you, Arthur. Never for you."

Elias didn't open the letter. Instead, he stood up, tucked it into his pocket, and looked at Julian. "Let's go," Elias said. pussy mom mature incest

Julian let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Ethical? You’re still living in a house bought with blood money, wearing a watch that costs more than a nurse’s salary. Don't play the saint just because you’re too scared to be the villain." "Is that what you told yourself

"She gave it to me," Julian whispered, his bravado slipping. "She called me the night before she left. She said one of us had to get out before the walls closed in." And she left a letter for Elias

"At least I stayed," Elias snapped. "I stayed while you ran off to 'find yourself' on our mother's inheritance—the inheritance you weren't supposed to touch until she was gone."

The dinner table at the Sterling estate didn’t seat people; it held them hostage.