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He continued without waiting for an answer. “The entire estate would pass to Swanton’s nephew Charles, who is still in England, and who is, I believe, only seven at the moment. He is the closest male heir to the Swanton land and money.” Lucy listened in disbelief. “You’re speaking utter nonsense. How do you know all this? And what interest is it of yours?” “I know this because I am the rightful heir to The Peaks, to the plantation Lord Swanton built. I am the heir because I am Swanton’s son.” Robert’s eyes were blazing. Lucy watched as he paced back and forth, the room suddenly too small to contain his anger. “Your Lord Swanton married my mother, sired me, and then promptly left with her money. She died, alone and penniless, leaving me with no choice but a life in the streets, fending for myself. My father never came to find me.” Robert took a deep breath. “The money he took he used to build The Peaks.” “You were foisted upon him by his family. You’d been passed around from relative to