Clark threw the folder down on the table. “This will is a joke. I’ll get it thrown out in court in a matter of weeks.”

“You can try, but trust me, you won’t succeed.” But what they could do was tie up the estate for years to come, leaving Kenna in a miserable state of limbo.

“You have got to be kidding me. She left her estate to that—that—” Annabelle couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Be very careful what you say next, Mrs. Abbot.” My fingers closed around my pen, my knuckles turning white.

Grant quickly scanned the pages of the will before his head snapped in his father’s direction. “She can’t do this, can she? That property is worth millions.”

Clark was focused on the papers in front of him. He did his best not to let any part of his expression give anything away, but the small tic in his cheek betrayed him. “I need more time with the document.”

Annabelle’s lips pressed into a thin line. “If you think we will sit by while our family home is taken over by a user who wants nothing more than to bleed our family dry, you are in for a rude awakening.”

I forced my voice to remain even, not letting the rage that was coursing through me erupt. “You mean the home you’ve been to twice in the past ten years? And the woman who has taken care of Harriet from the moment she received her diagnosis. The one who cooked for her, arranged for the house to be taken care of, took Harriet to doctors’ appointments, and made sure that she never, not once, felt alone. That woman?”

“She’s a con artist. Just like her mother,” Annabelle retorted.

I started to speak, but Grant cut me off, his jaw hard. “You don’t know what that woman has put my family through already. She paints a pretty sob story, but she’s a manipulative shark underneath it all. Kenna pulled the wool over my grandmother’s eyes, and she’s doing the same to you. Ask around the island. See what she’s really like. What her mother is like. Then you’ll start to see the truth.”

“This meeting is over.” Clark rose from his seat, motioning for Annabelle and Grant to do the same. “You’ll be hearing from me.”

I sank back into my chair as I watched the miserable crew exit my office. They were going to be more than a headache.

“You look a little worse for wear. Late night last night?”