“That concludes the reading of the will. Your father’s wishes are legally binding.”
Megan shot her hand in the air like she had just won bingo.
“Great. I’ll start looking at management options for the Miami property this week. I know some people at Summit Realty who can help.”
She glanced at me and smirked again.
“Hope you like chopping firewood. Alone.”
I wanted to tell her where to shove her real estate contacts, but instead I grabbed my jacket and stood up. Years in the army had taught me when to fight and when to walk away. Right then, walking away was the smarter move.
The problem was Megan wasn’t done.
She followed me to the hallway, her heels clicking like gunshots against the hardwood floor.
“Don’t be mad, Hannah. It’s not like you ever cared about this family anyway. Always off playing soldier while I took care of things here.”
I spun around and faced her.
“You mean you took care of yourself? Dad built this family. You just took advantage of it.”
Her eyes narrowed, but her smile never faded.
“And now I get the reward. Enjoy your little shack in the woods. Maybe you can use it for target practice.”