“After 8 Years in My House, My Son-in-Law Told Me to Leave After Winning $95M — He Didn’t Know I Had the Second Ticket.”

I leaned back in my chair and smiled.

Connor hated that smile. I could tell.

“Did you hear me?” he snapped. “We’re rich now. We don’t need you here anymore.”

Emily whispered, “Connor… maybe we should—”

“No,” he interrupted. “This house is ours now. We’ll buy ten better ones.”

I folded my hands calmly on the table.

“You’re absolutely right,” I said.

Connor smirked.

“I knew you’d understand eventually.”

“But before I go,” I continued, “I just want to ask you one question.”