My Parents Demanded I Give My Lake House to My Sister—So I Sold It to Someone They Couldn’t Intimidate

who tolerated zero drama. “Talia, is there a problem?”

“No, sir. My mother was just leaving.”

Mom looked at Henderson, then at me, realizing she’d lost this round. She smoothed her dress, bent to pick up papers, and glared at me with pure venom. “You’re a disappointment,” she whispered low enough that only I heard. “Your father was right about you.”

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