[Oh, so when you wanted her inheritance, you wanted us to watch. But now there’s a will, and you want to hide it?]
[Something’s fishy. Everyone knows Mr. Holt treated Mirabelle like his own. Who in their right mind would give that up?]
[And let’s not forget. The ‘new wife’ is Mirabelle’s aunt. A woman who sets her sights on her own brother-in-law is not exactly the picture of morality.]
Comments kept pouring in, the feed scrolling nonstop. My aunt clenched her jaw.
“Fine. Let them read it here. My son is Manfred’s only biological child. What do I have to be afraid of?”
The notary staff broke the red wax seal in front of everyone. One of them unfolded the will, showed it to his colleague for confirmation, then looked up.
“Which one of you is Miss Mirabelle Holt?”
Slowly, I raised my hand. “That’s me.”
He glanced back at the paper and said clearly, “All assets under Mr. Holt’s name are to be inherited entirely by Miss Mirabelle.”
The room froze.
My aunt’s face went pale. She lunged forward and snatched the will from his hands. “Impossible!”
I couldn’t believe it either. Even if my father had cared for me, now that he had a son, how could he possibly leave everything to me?