Grandpa left me $5 million, so my estranged parents sued me, claiming he was “mentally unfit.” In court, my dad whispered, “You really thought you’d get away with it?” I stayed silent. Then, Judge Reyes looked at me and froze. “Wait…Are you Ethan Carter?” he asked. My parents’ smug smiles vanished instantly when the judge stood up and revealed the terrifying truth about how he knew me…

Then, his face hardened. He closed the folder and leaned forward.

“But there is a complication.”

My stomach dropped. “What complications?”

“Your parents,” Glenn said, his voice void of warmth. “They have already been notified. And they have already filed a dispute.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “On what grounds?”

Glenn sighed, sliding a piece of paper across the desk. “They are claiming Richard was mentally unfit when he drafted this will six months ago. They are alleging ‘undue influence.’ They’re saying you manipulated a senile old man into cutting them out.”

The accusation hit me physically, like a slap. Manipulated? I had spent my weekends reading to him. I had driven him to his appointments when they were ‘too busy’ at the club. I had held his hand while he coughed his lungs out, while they were vacationing in the Maldives.

“They’re suing me,” I whispered.

“They are,” Glenn confirmed. “And they’ve hired Vance Clydesdale.”