The Family Revolt
When word reached my niece, Denise, all hell broke loose.
“You can’t be serious, Uncle!” she screamed, storming into the library. “That man is a criminal! He’ll squander everything. Do you know what people will say?”
“I know what they’ll say,” I replied coldly. “And I no longer care.”
Denise’s face twisted with greed. Days later, I caught her breaking into my study, rifling through my safe for the new will. Security dragged her out, and though my heart broke at the betrayal of blood, it confirmed what I already knew: legacy is not about bloodlines. It’s about character.
I worried for Lewis’s safety then. My family was capable of more than words.
