Ethan looked at her. “He didn’t trust you with that information.”
The sentence landed hard.
Then my phone rang.
It was Grandpa’s attorney, Mr. Hale.
Ethan had texted him from under the table the moment Mom rejected Lily’s gift.
I put the call on speaker.
Mr. Hale was calm.
“Margaret, I was hoping this clause would never matter.”
Mom’s voice cracked. “You can’t throw us out over one comment.”
“No one is throwing anyone out tonight,” he said. “But the trust requires a formal review when there is documented mistreatment
