Their eyes went straight to the balance line.
$804,312.45
Chelsea’s breath caught.
Logan seemed to stop breathing entirely.
“What… what is this?” he stammered.
“My personal account,” I replied calmly.
Chelsea’s panic changed instantly into horrified greed.
“Eight hundred thousand dollars?” she whispered. “You’re rich?”
“I’m comfortable,” I corrected.
I leaned forward and met their stunned eyes.
“That money represents a lifetime of savings with my late wife.”
Then I looked directly at Logan.
“My plan was to leave it all to you.”