The “Saintly” Nephew
The woman, Mabel, spoke of her nephew, Charles, with a mixture of reverence and a strange, subconscious flinch.
“He handles everything,” Mabel murmured, clutching a mug of tea. “The banks, the lawyers, the estate my brother Arthur left me. He says the world is too loud for me now. He says I have ‘episodes’ and that I’d be lost without him.”
Lauren felt a cold sweat. It was the same script Damien had used—the “protection” that was actually a prison. Mabel described a vast family fortune, yet she looked like a woman who hadn’t bought new clothes in a decade.
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