“Can’t it wait?” Lachlan asked, annoyed at the interruption before he could even get to the good part.
Ophelia’s voice was grim. “You idiot, if you don’t get over here now, Mom is going to find those twins. By the time she does and we lose our inheritance, it’ll be too late to cry about it!”
Shoving away the two women clinging to him, Lachlan’s expression turned serious. “Got it. I’m on my way.”
When he arrived at the private clinic and learned that Wynne was there trying to find her long-lost children, his face darkened as well.
“That crazy woman is a ticking time bomb,” Ophelia told him flatly. “You need to find someone to put her on a slow-acting poison. Make it look like she died of natural causes.”
Lachlan couldn’t help but feel a sliver of awe. “Damn, sis. You’re ruthless.”
Ophelia scoffed. “Me, ruthless? Fine, don’t do anything. Just wait until that woman gets her memory back, finds those twins, and welcomes them into the Powell family. There will be no place left for us. You and I will be cast aside, and the family fortune will have nothing to do with us. Is that what you want?”
Lachlan, long accustomed to a life of luxury and indulgence, feared being thrown back into obscurity. “Alright, I’ll have someone take care of it.”
Just then, Ophelia’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, her expression softened into a warm smile as she answered. “Mr. Scully…”
After a few moments of intimate conversation, she hung up and turned to Lachlan. “Sylvan Scully lands at Riverton Airport tonight. We’re going to pick him up.”
Lachlan was confused. “He’s Mom’s ex-husband. She hates him. Why are you so friendly with him?”

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