I placed the folder on the desk and looked at him.
“This house does not belong to you,” I said. “It belongs to your mother and me. The company does not belong to you either. Neither do our savings, our retirement, or the future you and Ashley apparently already spent.”
Ashley appeared in the doorway, her face now pale.
I picked up my phone and called my attorney, Mark Ellison.
When he answered, I put him on speaker.
“Mark,” I said, “I need to revise the trust, remove Ethan as successor trustee, remove him from the company transition plan, and draft a formal notice barring him and Ashley from entering the property without written permission.”
Ethan’s mouth fell open.
“Dad, you can’t be serious.”
I looked at Linda, whose hands were still shaking.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
Part 3
Ethan’s anger came first.
“You’re choosing Mom’s drama over your own son?” he shouted.
Linda flinched, and that told me this was not the first cruel thing he had said to her. It may have been the first time I saw it clearly, but it was not the first wound.
I stepped between them.
