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statement explains better than I could. ‘I want Sammie, my baby girl, to always have a place to come home to, to know I loved her parents, and mourn their loss daily.’”
    Tears seeped down Samantha’s cheeks. Dillon didn’t expect her family to try to comfort her, and he wasn’t disappointed. His mother rose, pulled a nearby chair closer to sit next to Samantha, then gave her a fresh tissue and curved her arm around her trembling shoulders.
    Dillon had countless reasons to be proud of his mother, but this was one of the proudest.
    â€œâ€˜To ensure she has the funds to maintain the house and grounds, I’m leaving her all of my assets, including cash, stocks, annuities, and bonds, in an irrevocable trust.’”
    â€œWhat?” Evan came to his feet. “That can’t be true.” He crossed the spacious room, and reached for the will.
    Samuel drew the papers to his chest. “Mr. Collins, please take a seat. I’m not finished.”
    Heaving with fury, Evan didn’t move. “When was this will written?”
    â€œThe day your father was released from the hospital.”
    â€œThen that explains it,” Evan announced with a dismissive shove of his hand at the will. “His lack of oxygen after his first heart attack must have affected his brain. He wasn’t himself.”
    â€œAbe was seen by a psychiatrist less than an hour before he changed his will, which was witnessed by his doctor and his private duty nurse.”
    â€œCheckmate,” Dillon said, and laughed. “This is really getting interesting.”
    Evan pivoted and snapped. “You think this is funny?”
    â€œNo, I think it’s sad,” Dillon said slowly.
    â€œPlease, Mr. Collins, take a seat so I can finish.”
    Evan retook his seat. The lawyer flashed a worried look at him, adjusted his glasses. “‘To Marlene Montgomery, the most efficient secretary a man could ask for, but just as importantly, a kindhearted woman who forgave when she didn’t have to, I bequeath the sum of two hundred and forty thousand dollars—the salary she would have earned if she hadn’t quit when I fired her son. I paid for my rashness ten times over. You were irreplaceable and I was too stubborn to ask you to come back. I know Dillon can take care of you, but I’d like for you to have the money to do something fun and then come by the grave site and tell me.’”
    Although tears rolled down her cheeks, Marlene smiled.
    Dillon started to rise and go to her, but she waved her hand to indicate she was all right. He noted that her other hand was wrapped around Samantha’s. He couldn’t tell who was holding whom.
    The lawyer cleared his throat. “‘Collins Industry was founded on a vision and succeeded because of hard work and determination. I want to leave my company in the hands of people who will value it just as much and work tirelessly for it to succeed. Therefore I leave joint ownership of Collins Industry to Samantha Collins and Dillon Montgomery—if they agree to jointly run the company for five years.’”
    Dillon was stunned. There was no other way to describe his reaction.
    Evan was on his feet again. “That’s bullshit! Collins Industry is mine! I don’t care what some quack psychiatrist said, Daddy must have been senile. He wouldn’t have left the company to an outsider.”
    â€œUncle Evan,” Samantha said quietly when he stopped to take a breath, “Granddad asked me the day we lost him to consider taking over the company.” She looked across the room at Dillon. “He mentioned there was another person he wanted to help.”
    â€œIf there was another person, it was me,” Evan said. “There must have been some mistake in drawing up the will.”
    Boswell looked offended. “There was no mistake.”
    â€œMr. Boswell is right,” Samantha said. “Granddad said I would