Kevin’s jaw dropped, and Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. The words hung in the air, a revelation that shattered their illusions of ownership like glass shards scattering across a tiled floor.
“You see,” Mr. Henderson continued, unfazed by the hostility radiating from Kevin and Jessica, “your father sold this house two months before his passing. The transaction was fully legal and documented, and the ownership was transferred to someone else.”
Martha stood there, her frail frame bolstered by an inner strength she had almost forgotten she possessed. Her late husband, Robert, had always been a man of foresight, and it seemed even in death, his love for her was guiding her steps.
