One of the attorneys stepped forward and presented a document.
“Mr. Arthur, your family has concerns about your capacity to make medical decisions. We intend to petition the court to appoint your eldest son as your guardian and medical agent.”
“He’s perfectly capable of thinking for himself,” I said. “Anyone can see that.”
Gregory looked at me with open disdain.
“And who exactly are you? The charity case from the state wing? This is a family matter. You should leave.”
“She stays,” Arthur said quietly. “She’s the only one in this room who visits me because she wants to.”
Evelyn remained near the wall with her arms folded, her gaze lowered to the floor.
She did not speak a single word.
“Father, be reasonable,” Gregory continued. “There’s a lovely facility upstate. Quieter. More appropriate for your condition. You’d be comfortable there.”
