I pulled out my phone and hit play. Her voice echoed through the restaurant: “Either the mutt goes, or he goes with it. When he finally kicks the bucket, this place will be worth a fortune.”
Her face drained of color.
“Here’s the truth, Linda,” I said. “The house is in Granddad’s name. You have no power. And now I have proof you’re financially abusing an elderly man.”
“You wouldn’t dare—”
“Oh, I would. I could send this to Dad, or the neighbors, or make it go viral.”
Her pearls trembled. “What do you want?”
“I want you out of his house. Tonight. Pack and leave. And if you so much as look at him or Penny wrong, the world sees this video.”
She stormed out.
When Dad came home two weeks later, I showed him the footage. His face went pale, then furious.
