paid,” I added, looking at Blake. “Richard.”
Richard Prescott cleared his throat, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
“I never said I paid off any loans,” he said. “I merely congratulated Amber on becoming debt-free and allowed my son to believe I was responsible.”
I nodded slightly.
“An interesting parallel to Amber’s own selective truths.”
The kitchen fell silent as the full implications settled over everyone.
Victoria Prescott, despite her obvious distaste for the situation, seemed almost impressed by the methodical way I was dismantling Amber’s carefully constructed façade.
“So what happens now?”
