Daddy's Little Heiress (Daddy 10)
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cason held her hand as they walked into the lawyer’s office.
“I’m scared.”
Cason stopped and cupped her face. “There is nothing to be afraid of. Do you really think I’d let anyone hurt you?”
She relaxed and shook her head. “No.”
“Good.”
Cason gave their names to the receptionist.
“He’s waiting. Follow me, please.”
The woman opened the door to let them in and then left right away.
The older man looked up, pulled off his glasses, and came around the desk.
“Young lady, you were supposed to come to see me when you got back from college. I’ve even left messages at the house.”
“I didn’t know, sir. No one told me.”
“I figured that was it. When I saw your picture in the newspaper, I tracked you down.” He smiled at her. “My name is Jefferson Morrison, and your father and I were good friends. I still miss him.”
“I miss him, too.”
“I’m Cason Buchanan, Lacey’s husband.”
“Yes, I saw that in the paper. I have to admit I checked into you. I wanted to make sure our girl was in the right hands.”
“I understand perfectly.”
They shook hands, and then the man indicated the two chairs. “Have a seat.”
Cason pulled her chair close to his and then held her hand.
“I’d like to go over your father’s will with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man went through a list of things her father gave to other people and then came to her.
“He wanted you to get three-fourth of everything and your mother the rest, but now that she’s in jail and will be for the rest of her life, you get it all. Now that you’re married, too, your husband will be in charge of it.”
She looked over at Cason and saw him shake his head.
“No, keep everything in her name. If she agrees and you trust them, the people who are taking care of it can keep doing it.”
She nodded. “Yes, but can’t we use some of it and start a non-profit that will help with human trafficking?”
“I think that’s a great idea.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“That’s an excellent endeavor, young lady. It’s a horrendous thing to have women and children kidnapped and sold into slavery.”
“I agree.”
“How about I set up an account in your name right now and transfer money over to it. You’ll have to think of a name for the organization, but once you have that, I can help with the paperwork.”
“That would be wonderful. I know I wouldn’t know where to start.” She looked at Cason.
“I can start a business, baby, but this is a whole new can of worms. You and I will research it and find people that can help. All right?”
“Yes.”
“I have a few names of people who would help you start it.”
She smiled at the lawyer. “Thank you so much.”
“I just wish your father could see you now. He’d be so proud of you.”
She felt her eyes fill with tears and blinked them away. “I hope so.”