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now. Your claim is worthless.”
A Wealthy Widower Asked Me to Marry Him—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Gave Me a Letter That Changed Everything I Thought I Knew
“You manipulated a dying man,” Gregory snapped, pointing straight at me.
“No,” Evelyn said. “I helped him. I signed the transfer myself, in front of witnesses. He knew exactly what you planned to do with the state wing.”
Gregory rounded on his sister, his voice cracking with rage. “You went behind my back.”
