Chapter 11
Mr.
Harrison gestured toward the cottage,
asking if they could speak somewhere more private,
away from the cold wind.
Evelyn hesitated for a brief moment,
then opened the door,
inviting him into their warm,
sunlit kitchen.
The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air,
a stark contrast to the sterile environment the lawyer was used to.
He sat at the simple wooden table,
placing his briefcase down,
opening it with a methodical precision.
"The situation is dire,"
Mr.
Harrison began,
looking directly at Evelyn,
then at Sophie.
"The patriarch's health is failing rapidly,
and the rest of the family is fighting like wolves over the remaini
ng assets."
He pulled out a set of official documents,
the legal stamps gleaming under the kitchen light.
"Before the chaos began,
he altered his private will,
leaving a substantial portion of his personal wealth directly to Sophie."
Sophie didn't gasp,
nor did she look excited by the mention of unimaginable riches.
Instead,
she frowned,
looking at the papers as if they were nothing more than dry leaves.
"There is a condition,"
the lawyer continued softly,
bracing himself for their reaction.
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"She must return to the estate to sign the acceptance,
and to speak with him before he passes."
