“What?

No, absolutely not!” Brandon said, looking genuinely shocked by my question.

“You’re a rich family with expensive lawyers,” I pointed out sharply.

“And I’m an old woman with a leaking roof and no money.”

“Nobody is taking anyone away from you,” Brandon swore solemnly.

“I promise you that.”

“Swearing promises is cheap,” I countered coldly.

Brandon reached into his dark coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.