I Became an Elderly Woman’s Granddaughter for $400 a Week – She Left Me Only a Sewing Kit with a Hidden Bottom and a Note: ‘You Haven’t Received the Real Gift Yet’

I’m leaving you the deed to that store, on the condition that you learn the trade and work there.

I have been telling Simon about you for almost a year. He agreed to take you on. The arrangement is his promise to me, and mine to you. You owe neither of us anything but the work.

“I asked you a question!” Arthur snapped.

“She left me the deed to her store in the city,” I said.

“What?” Arthur stared at the paper. Then at me. Then at the cabinet, as if calculating what else might be hidden in the house. “That’s not legal. She wasn’t in her right mind.”

I raised another document. “Her lawyer notarized it eight months ago. Her doctor signed the competency letter. It’s all in here.”

“You manipulated her.” He took a step closer. “Give me that envelope.”

“No.”

“Give it to me before I take it.”