“Grandmother wanted the property split between Victoria and me,” I said, taking two steps into the room. “Why did you sign the probate amendment that gave Victoria the sole option to buy me out if my marriage ended?”
Albert’s fingers tightened around the glass, but he still did not drink.
“You were not in any condition to manage half of this property after the hospital stay,” he muttered, his voice dropping into his chest. “We had to think about the continuity of the name. Julian was already looking at other offices.”
“Julian didn’t know about the amendment,” I said.
“Julian was a young doctor with too many debts,” Albert said, finally looking at me with eyes that seemed small behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “We did what we had to do to keep Oakridge from being carved up by a divorce court.”
“Who told you we were getting a divorce before we even filed?” I asked.
