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think that way.”

Before I could answer the office doors slammed open.

Vivien stormed inside with two lawyers behind her.

“There she is,” she snapped furiously. “The caregiver who manipulated my dying father.”

Arthur stood immediately.

“Vivien—”

“No,” she interrupted sharply. “I already filed petitions. Elder abuse. Undue influence.continue reading …