When Landon finally came downstairs, he paused on the last step. The smell of food spread through the room. I saw his expression shift—recognition, cockiness.
He smirked. “So, Mom… this is your apology.”
But when he stepped into the dining room, the color drained from his face.
Someone else was sitting at the table.
A woman in a navy suit, posture straight and composed—my attorney, Margaret Hale.
Landon froze. Confusion flickered in his eyes.
“Mom… what is this?”
I nodded toward the empty chair. “Sit.”
He sat stiffly. For the first time, my voice didn’t waver.
Margaret opened her folder. “Mrs. Harper contacted me last night regarding a legal matter she wishes to finalize. Given the urgency, we arranged this early meeting.”
Landon frowned. “Legal matter? What legal matter?”
I steadied my breath. “I’m transferring all my assets—this house, my savings—into a charitable foundation that belonged to your grandmother.”
His reaction was instant. “You’re what? Why would you do something so insane?”
“Because last night showed me what I refused to see,” I said. “Your anger, your disrespect… I’ve allowed it far too long. And if I don’t act now, I’ll lose myself.”