A woman in an elegant suit stepped out.
“Excuse me. Are you Amelia Grant?”
I tightened my grip on the broken wooden chair I was holding.
“That depends. If you're here to tell me to leave, I'm already going.”
“My name is Catherine Blake. I'm the attorney responsible for administering Mrs. Eleanor Grant's estate.”
My blood ran cold.
Eleanor Grant was my grandmother.
She was a powerful businesswoman who had built an empire, commanded respect, and expected absolute obedience. More than ten years earlier, we had a terrible argument, and she had cut me out of her life.
I had never heard from her again.
“Your grandmother passed away six weeks ago,” Catherine explained.
I stared at her.
“I'm sorry to hear that. But why are you looking for me?”
“Because she named you the principal beneficiary of her estate.”
I almost laughed.
MY WEALTHY EX-HUSBAND HIRED CHICAGO’S MOST POWERFUL LAWYERS TO MAKE SURE MY NEWBORN DAUGHTER AND I GOT NOTHING.
