“Cash or Card?” My Daughter-in-Law Asked Coldly After Dinner – Treating Me Like I Was Just Her Personal Wallet.

Arthur wrote more notes. “Did they pressure you? Did they tell you that you had to sign immediately?” I thought about that day, about the urgency in Jessica’s voice.

“Yes. They said there was a deadline, something about taxes. That if I didn’t sign that day, I would lose important benefits.” Arthur put down his pen. “Lies. All lies designed to pressure you.”

He stood up and walked to the window. “Carol, I believe we can fight this. But I need to be honest with you. It won’t be easy.” “It will take time—probably several months. And we need to find irregularities in the transfer.”

“What kind of irregularities?” Eleanor asked. Arthur turned around.

“If the notary didn’t properly verify that Carol understood what she was signing, if there were no impartial witnesses, if there was undue pressure, if the documentation didn’t follow the correct procedures…” “Any of those things could invalidate the transfer.” My heart beat hard.

Hope—that dangerous word again. “What do you need from me?” I asked.

“First, I need you to authorize me to request all the transfer documents from the public registry.” “Second, I need you to write down everything you remember about that day. Every detail, every word they said to you, every promise they made.” “Third, I need you to think if there’s anyone who can testify on your behalf. Someone who saw how you were living, how they treated you.”