be highly relevant,” Judge Porter replied.
I set another document on the table.
“The trust was not created as a gift to Andrew.”
Andrew’s eyes remained fixed on the papers.
“It was created to protect me,” I headed on.
Ruth made a small sound.
Judge Porter folded her hands.
“Why would Mr. Victor Ellison create a trust for you before your marriage?”
My gaze dropped to the letter.
The first time I had read it, I was sitting alone in Victor’s study, three days after his funeral.
Andrew was downstairs
