My phone buzzed again with a longer message.

*Brandon thought he got rid of the original will, but I have the physical copy,* Sean wrote.

*The real one. The one your grandmother signed before they drugged her and made her sign the fake.*

*It has a clause in it, Ava.*

*Anyone who tries to alter or contest the document is legally disinherited.*

*If we prove they changed it, Brandon and your dad get nothing.*

My heart stopped.

If Sean was telling the truth, this was the key to everything.

It wasn’t just about saving my tuition; it was about stripping my family of the wealth they had stolen.

“Ava?” Dean Vance asked, her voice sharper now. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I might have found a way to stop them,” I whispered.

Before she could ask another question, the heavy wooden door to the outer office rattled.

A muffled, angry voice carried through the frosted glass.

“I don’t care if she’s in a meeting,” my father’s voice boomed.

“That is my daughter in there, and she is using my stolen credit cards.”