My Parents Returned With a Moving Truck After Grandpa’s Funeral, But He Had Left One Final Instruction

“Come on, Victoria.”

She shook him off and faced Richard.

“This isn’t finished.”

“You are entitled to consult a lawyer,” he said.

“You’re not entitled to intimidate Clara.”

The movers were already standing beside the truck when Dad stepped onto the porch.

Chloe followed him, muttering about wasted fuel and the cost of hiring a crew.

Mom lingered at the threshold.