Vanessa immediately looked at the charm.
“What’s that?”
I didn’t answer.
Grandma did.
“Something Lily’s mother left her.”
My father cleared his throat.
“Daniel, we need to discuss the company.”
I looked at him.
For fifteen years, he had hidden the truth about my research.
For twelve years, he had treated my wife as though she were simply an ordinary woman who had married into our family.
And for six years, he had watched his granddaughter grow up feeling less important than her wealthy relatives.
Now he wanted to discuss the company.
“No,” I said.
He frowned.
“What?”
“We’re finished discussing money tonight.”
Vanessa scoffed.
“Easy for you to say. You just became the father of a billionaire!”
“Lily isn’t a billionaire, Vanessa.”
“She owns the entire company!”
“And she’s still a six-year-old girl who wanted to wear the dress her mother made.”
Grandma turned toward Vanessa.
