Molly
“You need to know something,” Charles says. His voice is calm, but it carries weight.
I fold my arms, leaning back against the counter. “That sounds serious. Please tell me nobody is trying to sue me over a cat with anger issues.”
His eyes hold mine. “The Bennetts are planning to challenge the will in court.”
My chest tightens. I straighten slowly. “Of course they are.”
“They are claiming your father was not in the right mental state when he signed the land over to you,” Charles continues. “They want the court to believe Nathan Bennett did not know what he was doing.”
I let out a slow breath, staring at the floor for a second. So this is their angle. Not subtle. Never subtle. “They are using his health.”
“Yes.”
“Mild cognitive impairment,” I say quietly. “Early stages. It wa
