Richard’s face turned ashen. “You brought a lawyer to your mother’s doorstep?”
“I brought a lawyer,” Alex said, “because you attacked me the moment I arrived.”
The lawyer, Daniel Webster, approached them calmly. “Mr. Richardson, I’ve already filed a temporary injunction preventing any transfer, sale, or claim to this property until the court reviews the original documents. You may remain in the home for now, but you are legally prohibited from denying Mr. Morgan access.”
Helen clutched her husband’s arm. “Richard… please don’t make this worse.”
But Richard’s pride was louder than reason. “He abandoned you,” he hissed. “Now he wants to walk back in and take everything.”
Alex exhaled slowly. “I don’t want everything. I just want the truth respected—and my grandfather’s last wishes honored.”
The tension hung thick in the air as neighbors peeked out from behind curtains. Helen looked between the two men—her past and her present colliding on her doorstep.
