It amazed her to be aware of such insignificant things as her mother railed at the taciturn attorney. Finally, she’d had enough. “Mother, please, be quiet and let Clinton explain.” Surprised at her own daring, Sara watched her mother’s mouth close, her eyes narrowing, as she sat back down on the sofa. “Yes, Mr. Aames, please do continue.” Bart had a disturbing, satisfied smirk on his face. “You’re telling me my own mother didn’t leave me anything?” Gwendolyn asked. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. With the exception of Mr. Everett, Ms. Weller bequeathed something to each person here.” He picked up the copy of the will he’d dropped when Gwendolyn began screaming. “You’re the sole beneficiary of your mother’s life insurance policies. There are three of them with a combined death benefit of four point two million dollars.” “What’s the estate’s total worth?” Bart inquired. “I’m sorry, Mr. Everett. I’m not at liberty to divulge that information to the group.
