Apparently, after I left, Warren laughed too loudly and told everyone I was “sensitive.”
Beverly made a small performance of sighing near the family table.
“Some women never learn how to fit into a family,” she announced, loud enough for the nearest guests to hear. “A wife should understand her place.”
Warren raised his glass again.
“To family,” he said.
The guests echoed him.
“To family.”
Then the first server approached him with a folded envelope.
Warren waved him away. “Not now.”
The server remained. “Sir, the estate manager asked me to give this to you immediately.”
Warren snatched it, annoyed. Beverly leaned close.
“What is it?”
He opened the envelope.
According to the video, his smile lasted seven seconds.
Then it fell apart.
The letter was simple.
Aster Hall was not owned by Warren Caldwell.
It had never been owned by Warren Caldwell.
It belonged to the Hale Granddaughters Trust, established for the benefit of Sadie Elizabeth Caldwell and June Margaret Caldwell, with Allison Hale Caldwell serving as trustee until both children reached legal age.
