Robert interjects, his voice firm. “That is absurd, Mr. Ryder. The trust clearly states the funds are to be equally divided between Isabelle and yourself, with her receiving control once the marriage is dissolved.”

Damion turns his icy gaze on Robert. “I’ve been the one ensuring this inheritance didn’t fall apart under poor management. Isabelle’s been out of the loop for years. I’ve earned this share.”

My hands tremble, and I slam them against the table. “You’re ...