The nurse stepped into the dining room holding a phone.
Vivian’s recorded voice echoed through the silence.
“Crawl, Richard. Crawl if you want your medicine.”
Then Marcus’s voice followed.
“Once he dies, she gets nothing.”
The entire table froze.
Vivian’s face drained white for only a second before she smiled again.
“So you have recordings,” she said coolly. “I still control his estate.”
I smiled back.
“Controlled,” I corrected.
That was when my father slowly lifted his head.
For the first time since I arrived home, his voice no longer trembled.
“Isabella is my trustee,” he said clearly. “She always has been.”
Vivian froze completely.
Dad looked at her with exhausted heartbreak. “After my first wife died, I promised myself never to place my entire life in one person’s hands again.”
The room erupted into chaos.
Vivian lunged toward him.
I stepped directly between them.
And for the first time, I saw fear enter her eyes.
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