Chapter 9 - The UltimatumJust as they carried the final suitcases toward the front foyer at dawn, the heavy oak door of Helen’s suite clicked open. Helen stood there in her silk robe, her gray hair neatly styled, looking down at them with cold disdain.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Helen demanded, crossing her arms.
"We're leaving, Mother," Ethan said firmly, standing between his wife and the door. "We’re getting away from you."
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Helen scoffed, stepping forward. "If you walk out those doors right now, don't ever expect a single cent from me. You’ll be cut off completely. You'll fail on your own!"
"Good," Ethan replied without a hint of hesitation. "Keep your money."
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