But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted Sierra to understand the full extent of her mistake. “Let’s also restrict access to the bank accounts associated with the estate,” I added.
“I want to ensure she can’t use a single penny of my money.”
Jane’s eyes twinkled with approval. “Consider it done.”
In the days that followed, Sierra’s world unraveled. The eviction notice arrived, and with it, the realization that her temporary kingdom was crumbling.
She called Kevin, who in turn called me, his voice desperate and pleading. But I was resolute. “Mom, please,” he begged.
“Sierra is sorry. Can’t we just talk this out?”
“You made your choice, Kevin,” I replied, my heart heavy but unwavering. “It’s time you learned that actions have consequences.”
Sierra’s arrogance had been built on a foundation of ignorance, failing to recognize the strength and resilience of a woman who had weathered many storms.
As I stood in my garden once more, watching as workers restored it to its former glory, I felt a profound sense of peace. My estate was my sanctuary, a testament to a lifetime of hard work and love. No one could take that from me—not even my own family.
