“Leave now!”
Once Ethan and Vanessa were gone, Mr. Whitmore led me into the house and explained why he had come in the first place. “Claire, my son told me about your and Ethan’s fertility problems, and I came to offer to cover the costs of IVF.”
“Oh, sir,” I croaked. Finally, my emotions came to the surface.
“But it seems I arrived just in time to witness this disaster. You did not deserve any of this,” he continued, and I could hardly bear his kindness.
An old man looking kindly at someone
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Thank you, Mr. Whitmore… I… I didn’t know what to do, so I just started packing my car.”
He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and shook his head. “That is not necessary. Consider the house yours. I will take care of all the paperwork and make it official. It is also my apology for not raising a better grandson.”
I nodded as tears ran from my eyes.
In the following days, Mr. Whitmore kept his word. My name was added to the deed, and Ethan was cut off from his family’s money and support.