I Married an Old Widow to Get a Fortune – After Her Funeral, the Lawyer Handed Me an Old Sewing Machine and a Letter

a thick file.

“Eleanor hired investigators three separate times,” he said quietly. “Each search ended the same way.”

Marlene’s face tightened. “Don’t.”

Halsey ignored her. “Letters went missing. Records disappeared. Information was withheld.”

Joanne slowly turned toward her sister. “Marlene?”

“Each search ended the same way.”

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