The Unexpected Heir

❤ Nathalie’s POV ❤ The reading of the will was conducted at the mansion, in Don Miguel's office, on a Sunday. Marco and the other nurses were also asked to be there, and they have already met with the lawyer in the morning. Apparently, Don Miguel left them something in his will, but I don't know what. Marco said that they were asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement so he couldn't really tell me what it was. I am still not sure why I am here. Did Don Miguel leave me something in his will? Why would he? I am just his caregiver, and we’ve only known each other for less than a year. Despite the short time though, we’ve spent a lot of time together, and I’ve learned a lot about his life. Also, he’s never treated me as his mere caregiver. He’s told me many times that I was like the daughter that he never had. After lunch, Don Miguel’s estate lawyer Attorney Geronimo asked me to go inside Don Miguel's office. A woman, probably in her late twenties, was already there. She has a laptop in front of her and Attorney Geronimo introduced her as his assistant, Phoebe. Attorney Geronimo said that we are waiting for one other person before we can begin. While waiting, I decided to ask the lawyer some questions that had been bothering me. I haven't been asked to leave the mansion, but I have packed my stuff just in case. I have saved enough to be able to rent a room, but we are about to enter the midterm season in school and I didn't want to be distracted by having to worry about the move. Nathalie: "Uhm, attorney, I was just wondering if I could ask for at least a month before moving out of the mansion. Uhm, midterms are coming up and I could start looking for a place to move to when the exams are done." Attorney Geronimo: "Why don't we talk about that afterward?" Nathalie: "O-okay." After an hour, we still hadn't started and Attorney Geronimo was growing anxious. He made a few calls and all I could hear was him asking "Where is he?" At the two-hour mark, the door to Don Miguel's office opened, and in came a young man wearing a jean jacket and tattered-up jeans. He has shades on and he smells really good. He looks rich, and I bet everything he's wearing is expensive. I stared at him and my heart started beating fast. He's quite good-looking. He's the type of man that can break any naive woman's heart. When he turned to me, I looked away. I wasn't sure if he saw me since his eyes were covered by the shades. Attorney Geronimo tried to shake his hand, but he didn't even acknowledge him. He walked straight to the couch in front of me and took a seat. He took his shades and said, "Who are you?" When I didn't answer, Attorney Geronimo said "That's Nathalie Manansala. He was your grandfather's caregiver. Nathalie, this is Joemar Escudero. He is Don Miguel's son." I gasped slightly and glanced at Don Miguel's son. He's nothing like I expected, and he doesn't look anything like Don Miguel. The man sniggered before saying "Why is the help here? Go get me an iced tea." Attorney Geronimo, who seemed to be growing more annoyed the more the man talked, said "Ms. Manansala is not here for that. Why don't we start? We've already been delayed enough." Joemar: "Fine. How much do I get?" Attorney Geronimo: "Don Miguel prepared a video will. I will be playing it for both of you now." I avoided the rude man's stare and focused on the screen. I am starting to get annoyed at Don Miguel's son too. It didn't seem like he cared enough to come when his father was sick and dying, but he's here now wanting to know how much money he's getting. I felt a teardrop on my cheek when I saw Don Miguel on the screen. I've spent most of my time with him for the past six months, and I miss him terribly. He started talking about some terms of his will before saying that he established a trust fund for Joemar which he can access when he turns 30. In the meantime, he'll continue receiving the monthly stipend he's been getting until then. The biggest shock came when Don Miguel said that he was leaving the rest of his estate, including his real estate properties, stakes in the company, and other possessions to me. I gasped as Don Miguel's son stood up and screamed "What? This is bullshit! Why would my father leave anything to the help?" Attorney Geromino: "Please, Mr. Escudero. Let's wait until your father is finished." Don Miguel was done reading his will in a few minutes. He ended by thanking me for staying with him in the last months of his life. He wished me well and apologized. That seemed weird to me. He didn't have anything to apologize to me for. Don Miguel's son got up again and took his phone out before making a call. He seemed to be talking to a lawyer, whom he complained to about his father's bullsh1t will. When the call was done, he looked at Attorney Geronimo and said "I am contesting this will. I'm not letting some gold digger get away with my father's fortunes. I wanted to protest and say I am not a gold digger and that I had no idea that Don Miguel was leaving me anything. I stood up and was about to make my way out of the office when Don Miguel's son stepped in front of me and said "Where are you going? How did you brainwash my father into leaving you his fortunes? Did you use your body? I bet my father loved fuck1ng you. Tell me, was the old man able to get it up naturally or did he have to use Viagra?" I felt like almost all the blood rose to my head and I got so mad that I slapped Don Miguel's son in the face. How dare he accuse me of brainwashing Don Miguel? Don Miguel never tried to touch me inappropriately, nor did he say anything to make me think that he wanted a physical relationship with me. He was a decent man who was more like a father to me, more than anything. How dare this man accuse him of that? Don Miguel's son was surprised by the slap. I took the opportunity to turn around and run to my room, where I started to cry on my pillow.