Years earlier, when Thomas fell ill, Emily had sent her entire savings to save the farm from debt. Fearing greed from the other three, Margaret and Thomas had quietly transferred ownership to her. Emily didn’t know. The others still believed it was in their parents’ names.
The next morning, we called Emily in California. When she heard what had happened, she cried. “I’m coming home. First flight.”
Two days later I met her at the airport. She hugged me like a sister. Back home, the reunion was unforgettable—tears, apologies, relief.
Soon the other three arrived, bearing gifts and false smiles. When they heard about the farm, their outrage exploded. “We have rights!” Brian shouted.
Thomas placed the envelope on the table. “You forfeited your rights the day you left us on that road.”
They filed a lawsuit, claiming manipulation and incompetence. The trial was set.
In court, the notary confirmed Thomas had acted freely. Medical records proved his clarity. I testified about finding them abandoned in the heat. The plaintiffs’ lawyer tried to suggest I sought financial gain.
“I have my own career,” I answered calmly. “I helped because I have a conscience.”