Kenneth knew that.
I stepped toward him.
“Were you after their money too?”
He looked away.
That was enough.
Something inside me snapped.
“You called them freaks while planning to steal from them?”
“Laura—”
“Answer me!”
He didn’t.
Then Dylan spoke from behind me.
“He already tried.”
I turned around.
“What?”
My son was pale.
He reached inside his jacket and removed his phone.
“Kenneth asked me for information about the twins’ trust two months ago.”
I stared at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“He said he was helping you update everything after the wedding.”
Kenneth’s face changed.
Dylan continued.
“He wanted account numbers.”
“Did you give them to him?”
“No.”
Relief nearly dropped me to my knees.
“I thought it was weird.”
Then Dylan looked directly at Kenneth.
“So I took screenshots.”
My attorney immediately extended his hand.
“May I?”
Dylan gave him the phone.
