“No,” I said firmly.
Alyssa looked at me, startled.
“You don’t get to pick and choose based on guilt,” I told her. “If you’re his daughter, you’re his daughter. You take the share. We aren’t buying you off with tuition reimbursement. We are acknowledging you as a rightful heir. If we have to sell the south pasture, we sell the south pasture.”
Mr. Abernathy looked between us. He let out a long sigh that sounded like a tire deflating.
“Very well,” he said, reaching for his legal pad. “But I will need to bill for extra hours. This is going to be a paperwork nightmare.”“Bill away,” I said.
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