my controlled family trust owned seventy-eight percent of Bennett Freight Holdings.
Derek claimed he’d inherit the company and ordered future-president business cards, though I’d promised nothing.
On Wednesday afternoon, Vanessa recorded a voicemail.
“Dad, Derek says we should sell your house and move you somewhere smaller. You’ve obviously become confused. Call me before we have to make decisions for you.”
I played it for Richard.
“Can she actually do anything?”
“Not without lawful authority,” he replied. “But she’s been collecting medical records and asking questions about guardianship.”
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