“Noah isn’t just an orphan who aged out of the system, Mrs. Vance,” the lawyer said. “He is the sole heir to a trust worth over forty million dollars. But there was a condition attached to it by his father’s will.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “What condition?”
“The money was to remain locked until Noah turned twenty-eight and was legally married,” the lawyer replied, looking past me toward the bedroom where Noah was still sleeping. “Julian wanted to ensure his son found someone who loved him for exactly who he was, not for his sudden wealth. Noah has known about this for six months.”
Part 3: The Confrontation
The door behind me creaked open. Noah stood there, using his crutches to support himself, his face pale as he looked from me to the lawyer. The warmth that usually filled his eyes was replaced by an overwhelming dread.
