Chapter 70

• (CLARA WHITMORE)
• I burned with a rage of anger. Stephen Harlow had ever been so calculating in his professional capacity, and now he was delivering that chilly, political stare my way. The nerve! He'd left me with billions, no doubt, but if zeroes on a bank balance were all I cared about, I wouldn't have agreed to the divorce settlement quite so easily.
• My biggest anger was not about the money; it was that he'd been manipulated so easily. Stephen wasn't dumb, so his taking in that poisonous Vanessa Harlow and her daughter had to be only for himself. A man who values professional reputation above family honor doesn't deserve to be called my father. I eliminated him from my life at that point.