“And the house isn’t going to Greg either.”
I looked up.
Even I hadn’t known that.
Margaret gave me a sad smile.
“Michael amended the trust after his diagnosis.”
My heart pounded.
The house belonged to me for the rest of my life.
After my death, it would be sold.
Half the proceeds would go to the same foundation.
The other half—
Margaret looked at me.
“—goes to whoever Beth designates as the person who cared for her without expectation of inheritance.”
Greg dropped into a chair.
The irony was almost painful.
For years, he had treated every kindness toward me like an investment in his future.
Michael had structured everything so greed itself would disqualify him from the reward he expected.
Greg covered his face.
“Dad hated me.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Tears continued down my cheeks.
“Your father loved you enough to give you a second chance.”
