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‘I’m sorry. It’s the truth.’ ‘No…no, it can’t be.’ Gwenna grabbed up her bag from the seat where she had left it the night before and hauled out her phone.
‘Who are you calling?’ ‘Toby.’ Angelo snatched the phone off her. ‘What do you need with him?’ ‘Give me my phone!’ Gwenna screeched at him.
‘Think before you spill the beans…can you trust Toby James with such highly sensitive information?’ Angelo set her phone down on the table between them as though it were a very dangerous weapon. ‘He’s on that garden committee, isn’t he?’ Gwenna snatched up her phone but she did not make the call. She wanted to hit Angelo for making her think twice about contacting her best friend for support.
Her throat was thick with emotion. ‘Dad did not forge my mother’s will and this entire issue is nothing to do with you.’ ‘He signed over the property against his debt to Furnridge. If he didn’t legally own the estate, he committed another act of fraud. Perhaps you would prefer the police to investigate the matter.’ A chill settled over Gwenna then. She felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. Angelo settled a hand to her spine. She pulled away in a violent movement of rejection.
‘You had to be told some time,bellezza mia .’ Gwenna shot him a defiant glance. ‘I intend to discuss your insane allegations with my father.’ ‘You should see the evidence first.’ Angelo removed a file from the drawer of the desk and walked back to hand it to her.
‘Go away,’ she urged unevenly.
Angelo went out to the hall where Piglet had been corralled in disgrace. The little dog’s morning walk had concluded with the noisy harassment of a driver climbing out of his car. Angelo had been quite heartened when he’d heard about that unprovoked attack. It was good to know that he wasn’t the only man that Piglet hated. Purposefully leaving the door back into the drawing room ajar, Angelo watched Piglet take the bait and pelt past him to join Gwenna with a triumphant burst of barking.
Clutching her pet below one arm, Gwenna sat down at the desk and opened the file. There were legal letters, samples of her mother’s signature, expert opinions. But when she came on the deposition from the man who had witnessed her mother’s will, her tummy turned queasy. The witness was prepared to swear in court that Isabel Massey had left her estate to her child.
When Angelo reappeared half an hour later, Gwenna was proud that she had hung onto her composure. She stood up. ‘I want to see my father.’ ‘He’ll give you a pack of excuses. My staff tell me that that’s how he operates,’ Angelo advanced.
‘I can handle it.’ Her blue eyes were bright as stars with defiance as she looked steadily back at him.
‘I’m sorry but I can’t agree.’ ‘What the hell has it got to do with you? How would you know?’ she practically screamed at him, the sudden uncontrollable flare of her temper taking her by storm and shocking her.
Angelo remained tactfully silent.
‘You think I’m going to lose it. Well, I’m not going to. I only lose it with you!’ she muttered defensively.
Gwenna sat in the limo like a stone statue, but below the surface she was seething with a mess of disturbed emotions. The vehicle pulled up outside her father’s home.
‘You don’t have to confront him. Why don’t you let me deal with this?’ Angelo asked levelly.
‘He’smy father.’ Clutching the file, Gwenna climbed out. ‘And don’t you dare come in!’
Chapter 9
Donald Hamilton leafed frantically through the file Gwenna had presented him with.
Finally he thrust it down on the table. His complexion had taken on an unhealthy grey hue, his shock palpable. ‘Did Angelo Riccardi put all that stuff together for you?’ ‘Yes,’ Gwenna breathed. ‘Please don’t tell me any lies. I need to hear the truth.’ ‘It looks a lot worse than it is,’ Donald declared defensively. ‘Let me explain how it happened—’ ‘It wasn’t something that just happened. Don’t talk as though it was something that you had no control over,’ Gwenna broke in tautly. ‘You forged my mother’s will so that I was left penniless. That’s what it comes down to!’ ‘You’re making too much of this,’ the older man argued vehemently. ‘It all started out quite innocently. When you were a baby, I tried to persuade your mother, Isabel, into a business partnership. I hoped that together we could build houses on the Massey estate.’ ‘Build?’ Gwenna parroted. ‘But it’s against the law to develop a site that’s been listed as being of historical significance.’ ‘It was over twenty years ago and the estate wasn’t listed then,’ he reminded her doggedly. ‘I wanted to make some money for us all. Isabel was as poor as a church mouse, but she went crazy when I suggested the property deal. Playing lady of the manor, even if the big house was in ruins, was very important to your mother.’ ‘I know,’ Gwenna acknowledged reluctantly.
