“Did I do the right thing, raising them the way we did?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Not sentimentality, but a genuine curiosity about where I had failed.
Lucille’s hands stilled in the dough.
“You and Nicholas were good parents, Ellie,” she said softly. “Some people just turn out rotten, no matter the soil they’re planted in.”
I accepted her answer with a nod, pushing away the useless question. It didn’t matter anymore. The past was buried with Nicholas. Only the future—and my revenge—remained.
Morning brought Robert Wilson, impeccably dressed in a suit that probably cost more than three months of Canton Orchard profits, striding into Vincent’s office with two associates trailing behind him.
“Naomi.” He embraced me briefly, then immediately turned to business. “We’ve filed injunctions against Platinum Acres in three counties already. Now we add yours to the list.”
