I looked down at the pouch in my hand. Whatever it was, it could be useful. Nelson ruined my life and my family. He destroyed my father. Maybe this was the chance to even the scales.
Joseph straightened, his grin widening. “By the way, Ansel wants to connect before dinner. Something about Father being sick and him hosting tonight.” “Oh, great,” I muttered. Joseph chuckled, clearly amused. “Try not to look so thrilled,” he said, then turned and walked away down the corridor.
I stared after him until he disappeared around the corner, then tightened my grip on the pouch and made my way back toward the kitchen counter. The faint sound of voices came from the living room. Every step I took reminded me that Nelson was somewhere in the mansion now, breathing the same air as me.
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