Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
He tapped a document titled The Beatrice Vance Foundation for Housing.
“The single mothers’ foundation,” I said. “My mother always wanted to do something for the young women who worked in the mills in Lowell. She used to talk about it when we walked along the river.”
“It is a noble use of the family capital,” Avery said. “And it keeps the money safe from bankruptcy courts.”
“Michael will hate me,” I said, my voice shaking slightly before I caught it.
“Michael is angry because he has been caught,” Avery said. “But he will survive. He has his father’s trust fund from his maternal grandfather. It is only four hundred thousand dollars, but it is enough to live on if he is careful.”
“Victoria will not stay with him for four hundred thousand dollars,” I said.
“No,” Avery agreed. “She will not.”
“We found something else while tracing the accounts,” Avery said, sliding a smaller manila folder from beneath the estate binder. “Michael had two credit lines with outstanding balances in excess of eighty thousand dollars each. And he took out a private commercial loan from a firm in Rhode Island last summer.”
