I sighed dramatically. “Such a shame. He loved you like his own daughter. Hazel. He died trying to save you, and you didnt even get to say goodbye.”
“That’s not true! You’re lying! You’re cursing Ethan!” Hazel screamed, lunging at me.
I dodged behind the officers
“Help! She’s attacking me! Arrest her!”
The cops had figured out what was going on. They pulled Hazel Isack, separating us.
They tried to reason with Hazel, giving me a lecture about respect for elders. But they knew they couldn’t get involved in a family feud.
They took us to the police station, but as they were releasing us. I heard one of them say to Hazel, “Look, the house belongs to her. If you want to stay, you need to ask nicely. If not, you need to move out. Got it?”
I mentally gave the officer a high five.
As we walked out of the station, Hazel’s mother, Angel, arrived. She plastered a fake smile on her face.
“Cecilia! When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell us? Your father and I would have picked you up from the airport!”
“Hold on. Angel. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m here for my father’s funeral. Oh, and didn’t you and Dad plan to get married next week? Better let the guests know the groom won’t be there. Wouldn’t want you to be a runaway bride”
Angel’s smile faltered. “Cecilia, even if you don’t like me, you shouldn’t speak ill of your father. He was good to you.”
Good to me?
He’d driven my mother to an early grave, all for his first love.
He’d kicked me out, all for a girl who wasn’t even his adopted daughter.
What a great dad..
“You don’t believe me, Angel? Well, you and Dad hadn’t actually gotten your marriage license yet, had you? The hospital couldn’t even contact you. So I, the dutiful daughter, had to handle his… passing.”
I tossed Dad’s death certificate on the ground.
Angel’s face turned white, and she swayed, Hazel catching her before she could fall.
“Hazel, you have a week to move out of my house. Or I’ll call the cops.” I turned to Angel. “And you, Angel… you’ll need to move out of the mansion, too. But you’ve been there for a while, so I’ll help you find movers. And don’t
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worry about returning all the Jewelry Dad gave you consider it compensation for all those years.
I walked away, putting on my sunglasses.
Hazel screamed. Angel fainted.
The next day, I went to the bank
Dad had been a cautious man. He’d kept all his valuables in a safe deposit box. If he’d left them at home, Angel
would have cleaned him out.
I stared at the gold bars, the antique jewelry, grinning.
After a few signatures, it was all mine.
I celebrated with a lavish lunch at a five–star restaurant. Then, feeling content, I went home for a nap.
As I drove into our gated community, the security guard stopped me. He pulled me aside.
“Ms. Larson, your father’s mistress is here.”
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