“What about the sixty million dollars?”
Rebecca paused.
“That figure appears to originate from a trust distribution schedule attached to the family’s estate records.”
I felt my pulse quicken.
“Does that mean the money is mine?”
“Not necessarily, Clara, but the documents suggest you may have rights that were never properly explained to you.”
I closed my eyes.
My mother had spent years telling me that everything I possessed came from her generosity.
Now her own paperwork suggested she might have concealed assets while using my name to secure her debts.
Rebecca spoke again.
“We’ll need the complete trust instrument, distribution records, and independent confirmation before reaching any conclusions.”
“Can Eleanor stop you?”
“She can contest requests and defend her position, but she cannot lawfully erase the records merely because they’re inconvenient.”
I glanced at David.
“And the hotel?”
Rebecca answered carefully.
“The St.
Regis property is owned through an investment structure involving Vanguard-controlled funds, but your mother’s event contract remains separate.”
