The Millionaire I Loved Like a Father Left Me Nothing — Then His Lawyer Came the Next Day

looked permanently disappointed. His nephew, Grant, had the soft hands and sharp smile of a man who had never lifted anything heavier than a golf club. They looked at me the way people look at mud on a rug.

After the service, Caroline stopped beside me.

“You were the helper, right?”

I stared at her.

“I was his friend.”

Her smile thinned.

“How sweet.”

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