The champagne glass slipped from Michael’s hand and shattered on the floor.
“Caregiver Clause?” Michael spat. “We hired the best nurses money could buy! We paid for everything!”
“You paid,” Jenny said softly, standing up. “But you never came. Not once in six months.”
The lawyer adjusted his glasses and read from the document Jenny had just opened. “My entire estate, including the company, the properties, and the liquid assets, shall pass to the child who was holding my hand when I took my last breath. To the children who were absent, I leave my collection of collector’s stamps, valued at $50.”
Michael and Karen turned pale. They had been in Cabo on vacation when their father passed, sending only a wreath. Jenny had been sleeping in the chair next to his hospital bed every single night.
“This is fraud!” Karen shrieked. “We’ll sue!”
“You can try,” the lawyer said, closing his briefcase. “But the hospital logs and security footage confirm everything. Jenny is the sole beneficiary. And she has instructed me to have you both escorted off the premises immediately.”
Jenny didn’t shout. She just pointed to the door. “You have your stamps. Go.”
