I Took Care of My Mom Alone While My Brother Refused to Help—Until Her Lawyer Interrupted His Speech and My Brother Went Pale

“What now?”

Not hello.

Not how’s Mom.

Not is everything okay.

Just:

What now?

I gripped the phone tighter.

“Mom wants to see you.”

A sigh exploded through the speaker.

“Emily.”

“Just thirty minutes.”

“I’m busy.”

“Daniel—”

“I’m working.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

His tone sharpened immediately.

“And don’t start asking me for money again.”

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