A rage moved through me so cold and sharp that it no longer felt like ordinary anger. It felt like pure, icy clarity. Kyle had not merely allowed his family to degrade my father and treat him like dirt; he had also created a cruel, calculated lie to steal the only inheritance my father had left.
I rose abruptly, my mind already racing through every step.
“I am going to go find him right now.”
“No,” my father said, grabbing my hand again. “If you confront him now, he will just take the money and disappear before we can do anything.”
I froze, understanding at once that he was right.
If Kyle was minutes or hours away from receiving those three million dollars, one call from me would warn him, and he would vanish before anyone could stop him. A man capable of manipulating a scared old man with such a vicious lie was absolutely capable of running off with the money.
I took a slow, deep breath to steady myself.
“Dad, you need to listen to me very carefully. I am going to get your house back, but you have to do exactly what I tell you.”
He nodded, tears running down his cheeks.
“I will do whatever you say, my dear.”
“You are going to leave this house right now as if nothing has changed. Go to the airport, take a taxi back home, and do not tell anyone—not Susan, not Heather—that I have uncovered the truth. When Kyle comes back, I am going to act as if I have no idea what has happened.”
My father looked at me with deep worry in his eyes.
“And what are you going to do when he gets here?”
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