“Our business,” Adrian corrected quickly.
I smiled—not because it was funny, but because they had stepped into a space where I no longer needed their approval.
“Come inside,” I said. “There’s someone you should meet.”
They followed me into what used to be the dining room—now a welcoming reception area. Waiting there were my lawyer, my manager, and the bank officer who had supported me when my parents refused.
My lawyer stood. “I represent Willow Hart Retreat LLC.”
Adrian frowned. “LLC?”
“Yes,” she replied. “The property was legally transferred to Claire three years ago, with no conditions. This business is entirely hers. Any attempt to pressure her will be considered coercion.”
My mother protested, “We’re her family.”
“That doesn’t equal ownership,” my lawyer said calmly.
The bank officer added, “Any management changes would require lender approval.”
For the first time, Adrian understood.
