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Chapter 9 - The Terms of Mercy

Caroline stood up, tears falling down her cheeks as she looked at me with genuine remorse.

"Harper..." Caroline whispered softly. "Please... I'm sorry. I was stupid. I listened to Mom. I treated you like garbage because she told me you were nothing. Please don't leave us like this..."

I looked at my younger sister. Beneath the thick layer of vanity and arrogance her mother had instilled in her, I saw a broken twenty-four-year-old girl who had never been allowed to make her own choices.

I pulled two legal documents from my jacket pocket and set them on the small wooden table.

"This is a trust allowance," I explained. "It provides a modest two-bedroom apartment in Memphis, a modest monthly living stipend, and full tuition coverage for Caroline to return to university to finish her degree."

Diane jumped up, grabbing the paper. "A two-bedroom apartment?! A stipend?! We are Caldwells! We deserve millions!"

"You get nothing, Diane," I turned my cold gaze onto my mother. "The allowance is registered exclusively in Caroline's name. On one condition."

Caroline looked up. "What condition?"

"You cut all financial ties with your mother," I stated clearly. "If you give Diane a single dollar of this stipend, the trust instantly terminates, and you are both on your own."

Diane gasped, looking at her younger daughter in absolute horror. "Caroline! Don't listen to her! She's trying to divide us!"

Caroline looked at her mother—the woman who had used her as a pawn her entire life—and then looked at the legal document offering her a fresh start.

Caroline picked up the pen from the table.

"I accept, Harper," Caroline said, signing her name on the dotted line without looking at Diane.

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"Caroline, no!" Diane shrieked, pulling at her daughter's arm.

Caroline pulled her hand away, wiping her tears. "I'm tired of hurting people for you, Mom. I'm going to school."

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