Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
She took a step closer, her leather shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “The Vance family has been in Virginia since before the Revolution,” she said. “We do not let our legacy slip away because of temporary difficulties.”
“And Vance-Webb Enterprises?” I asked, keeping my tone perfectly casual as I turned to face her.
Evelyn did not blink, but her fingers tightened on the pearls at her throat.
“That is simply a small family holding company,” she said.
“I did not know Marcus was using it for his startup transactions,” I said.
“Marcus handles many family matters to keep our interests secure,” she said, her voice losing its polite warmth. “You should trust your husband to manage his family’s affairs, Clare.”
“I am trying to understand where the ninety thousand dollars went,” I said.
“The money is where it needs to be,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
She picked up a damp kitchen dish towel from the counter and folded it into a tight, neat square.
Later that evening, we sat at the vintage mahogany dining table, the coffee cups empty between us. Marcus poured more water into his glass, his gold signet ring clicking against the crystal edge.
