“Oh, Eleanor,” I whispered. “You still think I’m poor.”
Her jaw tightened.
“Don’t test me.”
I stood slowly and walked around the table until I stood directly beside her chair.
“My company made thirty million dollars last quarter alone,” I said softly. “And this morning?”
I leaned closer.
“I bought your bank debt.”
Her face went white.
“What?”
“The estate mortgage belongs to me now,” I continued calmly. “Technically, Eleanor… you’re living in my property.”
Silence filled the room.
Ethan looked physically sick.
“You’re bankrupt?” he asked his mother quietly.
Eleanor couldn’t answer.
Her hands shook violently.
