“Mr. Whitaker changed his will four months before his death. He left them his entire estate: the mansion, the surrounding grounds, and a trust for his grandson’s education.” Luxury Real Estate

“That can’t be right. Julian said the property belonged to him.”

“Julian was disinherited. His father documented years of neglect and financial hardship. The signed documents are in my office.”

I pressed my hand against the edge of the table. As Nathaniel continued explaining, I picked up the frame and ran my thumb along the wooden back. One corner felt loose. After the call, I turned it over and lifted the cardboard. A folded letter slid across the table. My name was written on it in Mr. Whitaker’s shaky handwriting.

“Oh, sir. What did you do?”

I read the letter three times before clutching it to my chest and weeping. Nathaniel had told the truth. Mr. Whitaker had meticulously planned everything. That same night, someone pounded on our apartment door. Julian was in the hallway wearing an outrageously expensive coat that clashed absurdly with the peeling wallpaper.

“We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

“My father’s lawyer contacted me. Apparently, there’s some confusion regarding the inheritance.” Legal Services

“He contacted me too. He didn’t seem confused.”

Julian’s expression hardened.

“I’m willing to be generous. I’ll give you ten thousand dollars if you sign a resignation today.”

My past self might have accepted the money out of fear and gratitude. But the words in Mr. Whitaker’s letter had changed something inside me.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your father’s wishes were clear. I will not sign anything.”

“You’re a housekeeper. My lawyers can keep you in court for years. You’ll spend every last penny before this even reaches a judge.”

“Then I’ll spend it.”

Julian approached.

“You have no idea who you’re challenging.”

“I knew your father for eighteen years. I cooked for him when he was sick and sat by his side when he was afraid. Where were you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It was his business, and he documented it.”

Uncertainty was reflected on Julian’s face before he tried to hide it.

“Fifteen thousand. Final offer.”

“I want a formal meeting at Nathaniel’s office. Bring all the lawyers you have.” LegalServices

“You will regret this.”

“Maybe. But I’ll regret it when I’m standing up.”

After he left, my legs finally started to tremble. The next morning, I would go into Nathaniel’s office, but I wouldn’t go alone. I would take Mr. Whitaker’s letter with me.

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