He was the lawyer Grandpa had entrusted before his death, the one who held the will that would determine the fate of all eight properties.
According to the original arrangement, the will's contents wouldn't be disclosed until the day the redevelopment officially launched.
But now, I wanted to exercise my rights early.
The will contained a supplementary clause: if the heir—meaning me—determined that Oliver's branch of the family had severed familial bonds through their actions, I had the right to file an early petition with the Notary Office. Their gift entitlement would be revoked, and I would inherit everything.
The evidence required? Proof that they had "disregarded family ties."
And that venomous voicemail, Oliver's shameless threats, my father's helpless, broken voice—
All of it. Ironclad proof.
I dialed Tyler's number.
"Hello, Attorney Lambert? I'm sorry to disturb you so late."
"This is Hailey Finch, regarding my grandfather Isaac Finch's will. I'd like to activate the second clause."
"Yes. I want sole ownership of all eight replacement homes."
"I have all the evidence prepared. I'll come to your office tomorrow morning."
The next day, I took the morning off work.