“If they make a move against you,” Marcus told me, “this gets used. Promise me you won’t back down.”
I promised.
Back in the present, Raymond continued giving orders. Patricia smiled. They believed they’d already won.
I waited until they finished.
Then I looked Raymond straight in the eye.
“You overlooked one thing,” I said calmly.
He scoffed. “And what’s that?”
“This house. The clinic. Everything here—it belongs to me.”
They laughed. Briefly.
I handed him my phone, already open to the documents. Joint tenancy. Right of survivorship. Immediate ownership. Nothing to contest.
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