Vanya POV

I held my phone to my ear, listening to the lawyer's voice telling me about some inheritance, but all I could focus on was Bernard's face getting redder with anger as he waited for me to finish the call. The entire restaurant was watching us, and I could feel the weight of everyone's attention, but for the first time in my life, I didn't feel small or ashamed. I felt powerful.

"I'll call you back later," I said into the phone and hung up.

"Who was that?" Bernard demanded ...