CHAPTER ELEVEN
746 Words
New York City, 2Days Before The k********g…
I stare out the window of my father’s private study, wondering if he’d done the same thing I’m doing in the years he lived here.
I can hear the annoying screech coming from Maria even though the study door is closed and she’s all the way downstairs, after Mr Knight had read the will and it became clear who was in control, the tone of the arrogant b***h changed.
She’d tried to sweet-talk her way into me letting her and her daughter stay in the mansion, but there was no way I was ever letting that happen. Unlike what I thought, father listed some properties in her name and gave her a sizable amount of money, but the rest of his fortune was of course given to me.
I have no idea why she was under the illusion she’d have more; I mean he never married her and I doubt he was ever going to.
After the reading of the will, I kicked out both of them and gave them three days to pack up all of their crap out of my mansion.
They delayed for as long as they could, but my patience had worn thin and today I instructed the maids to ensure they’re gone in 2hours. In an attempt to stay, she had even tried to threaten me by saying she’d reveal my true birth to the media, but I stunned her by telling her to go right ahead.
It didn’t matter anymore, neither of my parents had large families. My adopted mum had been an only child, so I don’t have to worry about anyone trying to contest their will. Besides, any distant cousin I might have on my father’s side all live different lives in different states.
For my father’s companies, I’m going to leave it in the care of Mae until I’m old enough to take over. She’ll know who to appoint as the next C.E.O of Walker Conglomerates. Right now, I’m avoiding the media, they’ve gotten wind of me being here and the content of my father’s last will no thanks to Maria.
So, I’m taking Mae’s advice and I’m lying low. I’ve gotten rid of my apartment in Paris and had Fredrickson fly over with my maid Maria, they thankfully still want to work under my charge so they’ll be taking care of controlling the mansion.
Turning from the window, I stare at the letter on my father’s desk, contemplating if my decision is the wisest choice to take at the moment.
I received an anonymous letter this morning informing me that I have a family member in Scotland whose currently on her death bed and wishes to see me she comes from my biological mother’s side of the family and got in contact with me out of sheer desperation.
The letter comes with a large folder that has all the background information about my mother, a flight ticket to Scotland for 10:00 am on Saturday, and an old family picture of my biological mother and her parents that seems to be taken years ago.
According to the letter, the person who wishes to see me is my grandmother. After years of searching and finding out my biological mother is deceased and had died giving birth to me, she decided to reach out now that her health is frail and she’s on her death bed.
Based on the way my father once described my biological mother, I’d thought she’d come from some middle-class family, but who would have thought she’d be related to royalty.
Right now, there’s a part of me that’s aching to find out what I can about her family, but another part of me is apprehensive about the way I received this letter. I mean, it’s just so out of nowhere, sprung upon me through an unidentifiable source, and yet my instinct is pushing me to go.
Sighing, I turn back to stare out of the window, wondering if whoever this grandmother is, is ever going to accept me. It was hard trying the first time with my father, who’s to say I’d receive a warm welcome from someone who wasn’t even aware I existed until a few years ago. Hell, they may just turn out to be worse than my father.
But still… there’s a part of me that can’t help reading through the files sent to me and wondering what if.
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