Richard Carter, Daniel’s father, slowly walked out of the front door, leaning heavily on his wooden cane.

He looked years older than he had just a week ago, his shoulders hunched and his gaze fixed on the ground.

“We helped you when your father died, Emily,” Richard said, his voice trembling.

“You helped yourselves to his money,” I said. “That was your only interest.”

Richard did not answer; he simply shook his head and continued walking down the steps toward their car.

My phone buzzed in my hand, a notification appearing on the screen.

I opened the banking app and looked at the balance.

One million two hundred and eighty thousand dollars had been deposited into my account.

My personal savings were restored, and my full inheritance was finally back in my possession.

I showed the screen to Arthur, who gave me a small, satisfied nod.

“It is done,” Arthur said.

The new owner’s representative arrived in a black sedan, parking behind the moving truck.

He walked up the steps, carrying a leather folder under his arm.

“Are we ready to hand over the keys?” he asked.