Only then did I notice the cameras. She’d actually invited the media.
On a massive screen, the livestream chat scrolled endlessly, thousands of viewers spitting venom.
[How shameless can she get? Saying she cut ties, but still using his money and living in his house!]
[Exactly! Mr. Holt raised her, and she still publicly severed ties? If that’s not being ungrateful, what is?]
My aunt smiled smugly at the uproar. “Come on, then. I know exactly what my late husband gave you. Don’t bother denying it. And thank you, dear viewers, for helping a poor widow and her orphaned child seek justice.”
Mirabelle's POV
I gave a cold, sharp laugh. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be talking like that?”
Right then, two men in light-colored suits walked in behind James Mack, the butler. Each wore a badge with the official emblem of the notary's office.
James went straight to my aunt’s side and whispered, “These two are from the notary’s office. Before he passed, Mr. Holt made a will. They’re here to deliver it.”
My aunt’s face tightened with suspicion. “Come with me. We’ll talk privately.”
But the livestream audience wasn’t having it.