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    Brenna watched him for a moment, then gently said, “Emmett, why don’t you tell me what brought you here?”


    She could read the hesitation in his eyes. This visit wasn’t about prosthetics, and she knew he just hadn’t yet worked up the courage to say what he had in mind.


    “Brenna, Ethan is impossible,” Emmett groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I asked him for a house, and he t-out refused me. Said his mother wouldn’t allow it. Can you believe that? Shari’s getting older, and having a child at her age… it’s risky. All she wants is a bigger ce, but Ethan won’t budge—not an inch.”


    Brenna caught the undertone immediately. He was counting on her to change Ethan’s mind.


    “I’ll talk to Ethan for you,” she said.


    Emmett waved a hand quickly. “No. A father shouldn’t have to plead with his son. I won’t ask him for that anymore. Brenna… haven’t I treated you well? Ethan bought your new house near your family, and I didn’t object. I’ve been reasonable, haven’t I? Do you happen to have arger house tucked away somewhere? Maybe you could help me here.”


    It finally clicked for Brenna. Emmett actually wanted her to give him a house.


    And, as luck—or fate—would have it, she did own a suitable house. Over the past few years, generous clients had gifted her two sprawling estates. She had renovated them, but she had never moved in.


    “Emmett,” Brenna began, choosing her words carefully, “technically, I shouldn’t be going behind Ethan’s back to do this. But… you’re right; you have been good to me. I have an estate where you and Shari can stay for the time being. I can’t transfer ownership, but it’s fully yours to use.”


    Though Emmett wasn’t entirely satisfied, he believed Brenna was much more reasonable than his son. He gave a nod. “Very well. A house worth hundreds of millions isn’t something one hands over lightly, is it? Does Ethan know about the property?”


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    Brenna shook her head. “No.”


    Emmett’s lips curved into a small, calcting smile. “That makes things much easier,” he murmured, already plotting his next move.


    Brenna blinked in surprise. “You really agreed?”


    She had assumed Emmett wanted the title deed so he could formalize the transfer of ownership.


    Despite having the means to give Emmett hundreds of millions, she still chose to respect Ethan’s wishes. Ethan hadtely brought up how Emmett asked him for a new house constantly.


    Emmett, with a brighter tone, exined, “Give me your title deed for a few days. I’ll create a fake document with Shari’s name and present it as from you so she can concentrate on the baby.”


    Brenna quickly understood what Emmett meant. He wanted to forge a deed in Shari’s name to ease her worries, knowing she likely wouldn’t bother checking its validity.


    “Okay. I’ll have the deed delivered to you tomorrow,” Brenna said, sharing the house’s address.


    Since the day was still young, she added, “Would you like me to drive you there now? I’ve got time.”


    Emmett felt genuinely pleased. To him, Brenna was everything a daughter-inw should be—considerate, polite, and confident enough to manage her wealth without seeking approval. With her grace and generosity, she far outshone his elder son’s wife.


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