A Wealthy Man Asked Me to Marry Him So His Family Couldn’t Control His Final Days — His Lawyer’s Envelope Held a Secret
“Mr.
Sterling,” I said, still looking down at the oak tree.
“Yes, Evelyn?” “I want you to establish a foundation, tomorrow morning.
The Harrison and Clara Vance Endowment.
I want fifty million dollars placed into a permanent trust, to fund full residential, medical, and private care, for every single resident living in the state-funded wings of this city’s nursing homes.” Mr.
Sterling blinked.