The money is mine, not yours,” Reginald reminded her. “You ungrateful wretch. I found you an earl to marry, and your son will be an earl.” “You chose yourself a son-in-law,” Regina said. “You traded me for a title.” “You will thank me—” “—for dying and leaving me in peace.” “You will regret those words some day.” “I can manage the regret, if not my own finances.