Grandma turned to her daughter. “Yes.”

Dad’s jaw tightened. “You set a trap for your own children.”

“No, Richard. I offered every person the same gift. You decided what it was worth before you understood it.”

Marcus stepped forward. “Wait. If we threw the checks away—”

“You have until tomorrow night,” I said quietly. “Seventy-two hours from the moment she handed them to you.”

Marcus cursed and bolted toward the dining room. Grandma stopped him with a single sentence. “The housekeeper already cleaned.” He froze.