The judge opened it slowly.
“‘My daughter Vivien has been preparing transfer papers for my sister, Eleanor, without Eleanor’s consent. She intends to move her from my home into the cheapest facility available, then use those savings to strengthen her claim over my estate.'”
“That letter is not admissible—”
“That’s a lie!” Vivien shouted. “Eleanor doesn’t even understand what’s happening.”
Hensley reached into his folder. “Then perhaps Ms. Vivien can explain the letters Eleanor hid inside her Bible. Written over the past six months. Dated. Signed. And witnessed by two members of the household staff.”
Vivien went still.
Hensley handed the letters to the clerk.
The judge read in silence.
Then his eyes lifted to Vivien.
The judge read in silence.
“These letters state that Eleanor repeatedly refused to leave her brother’s home. They also state that you tried to pressure her to sign documents after her stroke.”
“I was trying to do what was practical,” Vivien snapped.
