(Grace’s POV)
"Let's sit," Dorian says, moving toward the dining table.
I follow, feeling disconnected from my body. Like I'm watching this happen to someone else.
Catherine wastes no time. The moment we're seated, she pulls out a tablet and several thick folders.
"I've reviewed all the documentation you provided," she says, looking between Dorian and me. "Your grandmother's will is ironclad. She left explicit instructions that her entire estate—including the real estate holdings, investment portfolios, charitable foundations, and Temple Group—was to go to you upon her death."
"But?" I prompt, because there's always a but.
“The Hartwells have been taking care of the assets as next of kin since Helen Hartwell passed away. They've been managing the foundations, collecting rent from the
