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

letters with shaking fingers.

“He made this?” I whispered.

Lydia nodded. “Before his hands got too weak. Took him three months. He cursed at it daily.”

A broken laugh escaped me.

Helen slid the brass keys across the table.

“There’s more.”

“I can’t take more.”

“You can,” Lydia said firmly. “Because this is not a prize. It’s a responsibility.”

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