“I’m not handing it over,” I said firmly. “This was Grandpa’s company. Now it’s mine.”
My mother’s face hardened instantly. “If you’re going to be ungrateful,” she snapped, “pack your things and get out of our house tonight.”
The room fell silent.
Grandpa leaned back slightly, a faint smile on his face—as if he had anticipated this exact moment.
“Helen,” he said calmly, “I think Emily should share the rest of her gift.”
I frowned. “The rest?”
“Tell them what else I signed yesterday,” he said.
I opened the second envelope in the folder. My heart pounded as I read.
“The house,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Grandpa transferred the house to me too.”
My mother’s expression collapsed into disbelief. “What?”
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