Godmother To His Son Then I Took His Kingdom Chapter 20
A year later, Mara’s company had landed several major art projects in a row.
From public art installations to multi-state museum collaborations, every project had drawn national attention. The company had doubled in size, and she had become one of the most influential curators in the Southwest art world.
That day, just as a quarterly meeting ended, a video call from her lawyer came through.
“Mara, there’s something I need to inform you of. Graham died of cancer three months ago. The will has cleared probate. He left his entire personal estate to you.”
The conference room fell silent.
Mara was quiet for a moment, then closed the project report in her hands.
“Inventory the estate. Set up a foundation in my parents’ names. Donate all of it.”
The lawyer confirmed, “For what purpose?”
“To provide legal aid to victims of crime. Evidence gathering, litigation, emergency protection.”
Her voice was steady. She didn’t ask what Graham’s final days had been like, nor whether he had left a message.
The lawyer nodded and made a note.
When the call ended, Mara turned back to her waiting team and put the next quarter’s plan up on the screen.
“Let’s continue. The Denver and Phoenix partnerships are finalized. Next is our West Coast expansion. The budget stays the same, but we’ll need to scale up our legal and project review teams to match.”
The team immediately reopened their files, and the meeting resumed as if the news had been nothing more than an old account, finally settled.
That afternoon, Mara walked out of the office alone.
The Santa Fe sun fell warm across her shoulders. In the distance, the mountains were a broad, still line against the sky. The wind tugged at the hem of her coat, and the glass doors behind her reflected her steady silhouette.
She was no longer the girl someone had sponsored.
No longer someone’s wife.
She no longer needed any family to grant her a place in the world.
Whether she would ever love again, whether she would walk the rest of her life alone—that was for her to decide.
Mara looked toward the mountains and stepped into the bright sunlight.
My life is my own.
Just then, her phone rang again.
Her lawyer’s voice was graver than before.
“Mara, the Cabots have delivered Leo to the court, along with the original guardianship papers. They’re refusing to continue caring for him.”
She stopped walking.
“And one more thing,” the lawyer said. “Leo specifically asked to see you.”