Ace cleared his throat. ‘The boy that died…he was on scholarship, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘And Hector mentioned you’re the chairman of the school’s board of directors.’
‘Yes,’ she said slowly. ‘I’ve been on the board for years. It’s a family thing.’
‘And Scott still lives at home. I understand both your grandfather and your husband left quite an estate when they died. I’m so sorry about your husband, by the way.’
She sniffed out a thank you. Then, ‘Where are you going with this?’
‘Well, when some people lose a loved one, they look for someone – or something – to blame,’ Ace said. ‘Worse than that, they lose sight of what’s important. I’ve seen it more times than I want to admit. They just see dollar signs, especially if they think you’ll do anything to preserve your reputation.’
‘I’m not asking these questions out of concern for money or my reputation,’ Sylvie spat. ‘I’ve called you because I don’t want my son to be implicated for something he had nothing to do with.’
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