Now, staring at the fireplace sans fire, I shook my head. I’d nearly choked on my own spit when Mr. McDonnell had told me that. Me, the owner of all of this? It made zero sense.
Grandda hadn’t known me. He’d disliked Liam simply because Liam had never been a good, submissive Catholic who’d cater to Grandda’s every demand. When Liam had taken me from Ireland when I was six and he was twenty-three, apparently Grandda had been livid. When he’d told us about our inheritances when we came of age, he’d punished Liam by giving him a piddly amount while giving me ten times that when I’d turned eighteen.
It was strange, being beholden to a man I’d not really known and who was now, even from the grave, pulling the strings in my own family. I was sure wherever he was, he was enjoying making us squi
