Ranata would have to sell her luxury cars and the huge house she couldn’t afford.

The financial reality she had dodged for fifteen years by draining our parents was finally sitting on her own doorstep.

“I’m officially closing the tax accounts for the old farm,” Gable said.

“You’re completely untied from Oakhaven now.”

I stood up and offered my hand.

Gable shook it firmly.

“Your new accounts are completely secure,” Gable said.

“No one in your family can see a single ledger page without my direct authorization, and I’ll never give it.”