I dropped to my knees on Margaret’s doorstep. “Please don’t cut Daniel out of the business. I’m not going to pretend I care what happens to him, but think of the children.”
“Good heavens, Claire, get up!”
I stood.
She placed both hands on my shoulders. “What on earth are you talking about?”
I explained what Daniel had told me when I called him back. Her lips tightened.
“That sneaky little—” she stopped herself. Then she put an arm around my shoulders. “Come inside. Daniel didn’t tell you everything.”
Inside, she poured tea. We sat at the long dining table, and Margaret folded her hands neatly in front of her.
“I am cutting Daniel out of the business and my will, and there is nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.”
“But—”
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