At my father’s funeral, my brother stood up and announced, “We’re selling the house right away to cover my $340,000 gambling debt.” Then my mother turned to me and calmly added, “You’ll need to find somewhere else to live.” – Reading Times

Wesley swallowed hard, his face turning a sickly shade of pale. “Fine, then who owns the company? Is it Mom?”

Vance turned his head and looked directly at me. “The legal documents name a single member with total control over all assets, and that person is Jada Hudson.”

The silence that followed lasted for several seconds before Wesley exploded in a fit of rage. “She manipulated him!” he screamed, his face turning bright red. “She must have tricked him while he was drugged up at the hospital!”

“The paperwork was signed in 2011,” Vance countered. “Your father was in excellent health and the signing was witnessed by several independent parties.”

Wesley grabbed the documents from the table, scanning the pages as if his anger could somehow change the legal reality. “This is a scam!” he yelled. “This can’t be happening!”

“The house belongs to your sister,” Vance said firmly. My mother hadn’t spoken a single word, but when she finally did, her voice was a mere whisper.