"Mom, we weren’t fair to Rose before, and we want to make it up to her, but we need you to back us up. Isn’t it a given that soone’s assets should go to their next of kin?"
Without waiting for a response, Olga continued, riled up: "You know we’re in a tight spot. We’ve asked for your help several tis, and you’ve ignored us. We can’t figure out why you would secretly draft a will and give everything to Rose. What were you thinking?"
Olga was so furious that she was practically shaking. "Yoli’s engagent party with Zachary is in just a couple of days, and she doesn’t have a decent dress. She’s going to be a laughingstock if she shows up in so old rag! Plus, she’ll be graduating from college in a couple of years and marrying into the Panter family. How can she do that without a proper dowry?"
Without giving Grace a chance to reply, Olga continued accusing, saying, "If you had divided your assets evenly among us, I wouldn’t have said a word. But you gave everything to Rose. You ignore us when we need your help and help her when she doesn’t need it. What’s the deal?"
Yolanda was silently crying on the side, seemingly upset and disappointed by her grandmother’s favoritism.
Grace was so infuriated that she clutched her chest; the pain was too much.
Seeing this, Attlee pulled Olga back and rushed forward, asking, "Mom, are you okay? Is there sothing wrong with your heart?"
"Stop playing dumb! You owe us an explanation for all this! We won’t rest until we get one!"
Seeing Olga with her arms crossed and looking unyielding, Attlee shot her a glare. The old lady looked really pissed. If she got sick because of this, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Grace was trembling with rage. She reached for items on her bedside table—a heated cup pad, a tissue box, reading glasses—and started throwing them at Olga.
Quickly dodging, Olga said, "Mom, what the hell?! What are you doing? Enough already!"
When she ran out of things to throw, Grace reached for the ergency call button on the side of her bed, intending to call soone to kick them out. But before her hand could reach the button, Attlee spotted it. He swiftly unplugged the cord and moved the button out of her reach.
"Mom, what are you doing? Take a deep breath." He quickly comforted her, then turned to Olga and said, "You, out. Yoli, stay."
"Why should I leave?" Olga wanted to argue, but noticing Grace’s pale face, she finally left the room reluctantly.
Grace was in so much pain that she couldn’t speak for a while. Attlee poured her a glass of water, but she took it and splashed it all over his face.
"I have no son like you; get out."
Bullying an old woman with his wife, he had so nerve!
Attlee understood his mother’s anger. He wiped the water off his face, knelt down, and said sincerely, "Mom, I can accept your resentnt toward . But you don’t understand our predicant. Things at ho are really bad, and at this critical ti, you’ve already prepared your will."
He didn’t know that Grace had written her will a long ti ago. She had called Casey over yesterday to modify so details, such as if Rose were to have an accident and couldn’t inherit her estate, she’d rather donate everything than leave a penny to Olga and the rest.
"Mom, can you reconsider?" Attlee begged on his knees, "Even if it’s just so ergency funds for now."
Grace didn’t expect this shaless man to make such a demand. Enraged, she smashed the cup in her hand on his head.
In a split second, the cup didn’t break, but blood started to trickle down Attlee’s forehead.
"Dad?" Yolanda covered her mouth in horror. She never imagined her grandma could be so cold-hearted, even hurting her own dad.
She quickly moved to help stop her dad’s bleeding with a tissue, anger flashing across her face.
"Grandma, is this really okay with you? Can’t we just have a civil conversation? One minute you’re throwing stuff, the next you’re hitting soone. He’s not just your son; he’s my dad too! How could you do this to him?"
"Yoli, kneel."
Yolanda’s hands froze. "Dad?"
"Kneel!"
Yolanda had no choice but to bite the bullet and kneel. Thankfully, she was wearing long pants today, so kneeling didn’t hurt her delicate skin.
"Mom, she’s your granddaughter. She’s been through so much, suffered so many humiliations, and finally ca ho. Don’t you feel any sympathy for her as her grandmother? Don’t you want to make it up to her?"
Grace glanced at Yolanda. She was her granddaughter; how could she not love her? How could she not want to make it up to her?
But this kid always had so many bad ideas in her head, always plotting sothing, always against Rose; that’s why she didn’t like her.
If she could just get along with Rose and be more understanding and well-behaved, she would definitely get a share of the inheritance!
But her attitude, along with Attlee’s and Olga’s ambitions, made Grace determined not to leave them a di!
"Ever since we were kids, only Rose has been there for , taking care of in your stead."
"She’s helped with water, massages, bathing, turning over, and changing my catheter. You’ve done none of this!"
"How many tis have you co to see ? If it weren’t for the recent problems at ho, you wouldn’t even bother!"
"Not only do you not visit , but you also try to drive away my old friends at the company. If you had a good reason, that would be one thing, but your actions are just unheard of!"
"You call mom, but you don’t actually treat like one! To you, I’m just an ATM. All I’m worth to you is my inheritance! If you got that, my last years would be miserable!"
"Stop talking about the inheritance. I’ll give it to whoever I want."
Grace’s face grew colder, her voice lower. "Get out. Don’t co back."
"Mom."
"If you disturb my rest again, I’ll have Rose take to another hospital, one you can’t find!"
"Mom, don’t be angry. Please think about what I’ve said." Attlee was still trying to make his case. "If I were able, if I were rich, if I didn’t have to worry about food and clothing, you could leave your inheritance to whoever you want, and I wouldn’t mind! But the problem now is that the company is facing an unprecedented crisis."
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