Chapter 4 - THE WOMAN WHO THOUGHT SHE KNEW EVERYTHING
The estate attorney called three days later.
The financial records had been authenticated, and the executor had confirmed that Lawrence's will was valid on its face. The remaining work involved settling ordinary estate expenses and determining the precise distribution of the assets.
Susan asked me to meet her at her office.
When I arrived, Michael was already there.
So was a woman I had never met.
She wore an expensive cream coat and carried a designer handbag. Her expression suggested she had entered the room expecting to be disappointed by everyone in it.
“This is Patricia Reed,” Susan explained. “Michael's wife.”
Patricia extended her hand.
“I've heard quite a bit about you, Mrs. Ellis.”
“Have you?”
“Oh, yes.”
She smiled, but the warmth never reached her eyes.
“Lawrence mentioned you constantly in his final months. The woman next door who brought him food. The woman who picked up his prescriptions. The woman who somehow became the center of his world.”
Michael looked uncomfortable.
“Patricia.”
“What? I'm simply stating facts.”
Susan invited everyone to sit.
She explained the terms of the estate and the proposed Eleanor House Fund. A substantial portion of Lawrence's liquid assets would support the fund, while the remaining estate would be distributed according to his will and the trust documents.
Patricia listened with increasing disbelief.
“So a woman who lived next door for nine years is going to control millions of dollars?”
“Not personally,” Susan replied. “The fund will operate under formal governance, with independent accounting and oversight.”
“And who will decide how the money is spent?”
“The trustees, according to the governing documents.”
Patricia turned toward me.
“Do you have any experience running a charitable organization?”
“No.”
“Managing investments?”
“Not professionally.”
“Then why would Lawrence choose you?”
“Because I helped him when he needed help,” I answered. “I didn't know about his money.”
Patricia gave a short laugh.
“Convenient.”
Michael stood.
“That's enough.”
She stared at him.
“I'm trying to protect our family.”
“From what? A woman who fed my father?”
“From being taken advantage of!”
“Margaret never asked him for a cent.”
“You don't know what she asked for privately.”
I felt anger rise in my chest, but I kept my voice steady.
“Mrs. Reed, you are entitled to ask questions about the estate. The attorney can explain every document. But I won't sit here while you turn nine years of kindness into an accusation without evidence.”
Patricia's cheeks reddened.
Susan intervened before the argument could escalate.
She clarified that no one would have unilateral access to the estate's funds and that every distribution would be documented.
Patricia appeared dissatisfied, but she agreed to leave the matter to the legal process.
Outside the office, Michael apologized.
“I'm sorry. She thinks everyone is trying to take something from us.”
“Has she always felt that way?”
“Since my father and I stopped speaking, yes. She believed he had stolen my inheritance. I think she encouraged me to pursue legal action back then.”
“Did you?”
“No. I was angry enough to want to, but I couldn't bear the thought of fighting my father in court.”
I looked at him.
“Perhaps that was a good decision.”
“Perhaps. But it didn't make me brave enough to call him.”
Over the following weeks, Patricia's suspicions grew.
She sent Susan a list of questions about the will, the trust, and my involvement with Lawrence. Susan answered every legitimate question and refused to entertain unsupported allegations.
Then Patricia contacted my daughter.
Emily called me that evening, furious.
“Mom, Lawrence's daughter-in-law just asked whether you had been pressuring him to change his will.”
“I see.”
“She implied you took advantage of a lonely old man.”
I sat down.
“What did you tell her?”
“That you cooked for him for nine years and never asked for anything.”
I closed my eyes.
“I appreciate that.”
“Mom, why are you so calm?”
“Because I know what I did. And I know why I did it.”
Emily was quiet.
“What if they try to take everything away?”
“Then we'll deal with the evidence, not the accusations.”
But the situation became more complicated when Patricia produced an old email from Lawrence discussing a possible loan to Michael.
She claimed the email proved that Lawrence had intended to leave the majority of his assets to his son.
Susan examined the message.
It was genuine.
However, it had been written years before the final will and did not constitute a binding change to the estate plan.
Patricia seized on that distinction.
“He promised Michael the money!”
Michael shook his head.
“He said he would help me if I needed it. He never promised me the entire estate.”
“You don't remember everything that happened.”
“I remember enough.”
For the first time, Michael challenged his wife directly.
Patricia looked stunned.
After the meeting, she pulled him aside.
“You're choosing this woman over your own family.”
“No,” Michael said. “I'm choosing to stop accusing people of things I cannot prove.”
She walked away without answering.
I watched her leave and felt a troubling certainty settle over me.
The money was not the only thing Patricia feared losing.
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She was afraid of what might happen if Michael finally learned to question the stories she had told him.
And I suspected that Lawrence had known there was more to discover.
