Chapter 3: The Will That Made My Grandmother Panic
The woman introduced herself as Patricia Cole.
She was wearing a charcoal-gray suit, black heels, and an expression that suggested she had never entered a room without expecting to win an argument.
She approached Daniel near the funeral home's entrance.
"Mr. Brooks, we need to speak privately.""
Daniel closed his briefcase.
"There's nothing to discuss.""
Patricia glanced at me.
"Is this the child?""
Daniel's expression hardened.
"Her name is Maya.""
"Of course.""
She looked toward Alexander.
"And I assume that's Mr. Reed.""
Alexander stepped closer to me.
"Yes.""
Patricia opened her briefcase.
"My client has concerns regarding the validity of the documents you've been distributing.""
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
"Which documents?""
"The affidavit concerning the child's parentage, the associated correspondence, and the purported final testamentary instructions.""
"Purported?""
"Marcus was seriously ill.""
Daniel gave a short, humorless laugh.
"His physician confirmed his mental capacity. Two independent witnesses were present when he signed the final will. The documents were notarized.""
Patricia remained expressionless.
"My client disputes that.""
I looked at Alexander.
He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, then seemed to reconsider and withdrew it.
"What's happening?"" I whispered.
He looked down.
"I don't know yet, sweetheart.""
Daniel turned toward Patricia.
"If your client intends to challenge the will, she can file the appropriate documents. Today, however, is Marcus's memorial.""
Patricia glanced through the glass doors.
"I understand. But my client believes the child is being manipulated.""
I frowned.
"I'm standing right here.""
She looked at me.
"I didn't mean to upset you.""
"Then why are you talking about me like I'm not here?""
Alexander looked at me with a mixture of surprise and sadness.
Daniel nodded slightly.
"That's a fair question, Maya.""
Patricia closed her briefcase.
"Perhaps we should all remain calm.""
Then she walked inside.
I followed Daniel and Alexander into the funeral home.
Grandma was standing near the coffin.
When she saw Alexander, her expression turned cold.
"You shouldn't be here.""
Alexander stopped.
"Hello, Claire.""
"Don't pretend you know me.""
"I knew you thirteen years ago.""
"You knew nothing about this family.""
He looked toward me.
"I knew Elizabeth. And I know Maya.""
Claire laughed.
"You know nothing about her.""
Alexander didn't raise his voice.
"I know her mother loved yellow roses. I know she wanted to name her daughter Maya because she once read a book about a little girl who changed an entire town. I know Elizabeth planned to teach her to play the piano.""
He paused.
"And I know she would be heartbroken to learn that her daughter grew up believing her father didn't want her.""
Grandma's face tightened.
"Don't you dare use my daughter's memory against me.""
"I'm not. I'm trying to honor it.""
I watched them.
I had never heard anyone speak to Grandma that way.
Most people avoided disagreeing with her.
Even Grandpa had sometimes walked away from arguments rather than continue them.
Alexander seemed different.
He wasn't shouting.
He wasn't trying to frighten her.
He was simply refusing to let her rewrite what had happened.
Daniel placed his briefcase on a chair.
"Since everyone is here, I believe we should review Marcus's instructions.""
Grandma folded her arms.
"I already know what he left.""
"Do you?""
"His house. His accounts. His business interests. Everything.""
Daniel looked at her.
"Not exactly.""
She narrowed her eyes.
"What does that mean?""
Daniel removed a sealed folder.
"Marcus made a number of changes to his estate plan approximately eight months ago.""
Grandma looked toward Patricia, who had just returned from the corridor.
Patricia immediately stepped forward.
"We object to any attempt to distribute estate information without prior notice.""
Daniel ignored her.
"Marcus instructed me to read the relevant provisions to his family.""
He turned toward me.
"Maya, your grandfather wanted you to hear this yourself.""
I nodded.
Daniel opened the folder.
"First, Marcus established a trust for your education, medical care, and general welfare.""
I blinked.
"A trust?""
"Yes. It was funded with a substantial portion of his personal assets.""
Grandma scoffed.
"That's hardly unusual.""
Daniel continued.
"Second, he transferred ownership of his primary residence into that trust.""
I stared at him.
"Grandpa's house?""
"Yes.""
"Does Grandma own it?""
"No.""
Grandma stepped forward.
"That's absurd. I lived in that house for thirty years.""
Daniel looked at the document.
"Marcus owned the property before your marriage. He maintained sole legal ownership throughout.""
Patricia opened her briefcase.
"We'll need to review the property records.""
"You're welcome to do so.""
Grandma's cheeks reddened.
"Marcus would never leave me homeless.""
Daniel paused.
"Marcus provided you with a separate financial arrangement.""
She looked relieved.
"Exactly.""
"He left you a fixed monthly allowance and the right to remain in the guest residence for a period of six months, provided you complied with the conditions specified in the will.""
Grandma's face changed.
"Six months?""
"Yes.""
"That's impossible.""
Daniel turned a page.
"Those are the terms.""
"What conditions?""
Daniel glanced toward me.
"Mrs. Bennett is required to cooperate with the legal process concerning Maya's parentage and guardianship. She is also prohibited from interfering with Maya's contact with her biological father.""
Grandma laughed.
"You're joking.""
"I'm not.""
"Marcus wouldn't put conditions on my inheritance.""
"He did.""
"Why?""
Daniel closed the folder.
"Because he believed you had withheld information from Maya and deliberately obstructed Alexander's attempts to contact her.""
Claire's mouth opened.
No words came out.
I looked at Daniel.
"Does that mean I can live in Grandpa's house?""
"Yes, Maya. The trust provides for you to remain there under appropriate guardianship arrangements.""
Grandma turned toward me.
"Don't look so pleased.""
I immediately lowered my eyes.
It was an old habit.
Even when she was wrong, I instinctively felt responsible for making her angry.
Alexander noticed.
He crouched beside me.
"You're allowed to ask questions, Maya.""
I nodded.
Daniel returned to the will.
"There is one additional provision.""
Grandma's eyes narrowed.
"What now?""
"Marcus left a sealed personal statement to be read after the initial distribution provisions.""
He removed a smaller envelope.
The handwriting on the front was unmistakable.
For Maya, when she's ready to understand.
I stepped closer.
"Is that another letter?""
"Yes.""
Daniel opened it carefully.
He began reading.
"My dearest Sunshine,
"If you're hearing these words, then I have failed to keep my promise that I would always be there to protect you.
"I am sorry.
"I wish I could be sitting across from you at the kitchen table, burning another batch of pancakes while you pretend not to notice.
"But I need you to know that nothing that happens after I'm gone changes how much I love you.
"You were never a burden.
"You were never unwanted.
"And you were never responsible for the decisions adults made before you were old enough to understand them.
"I know you've asked about your father.
"I know you've wondered why nobody tells you anything.
"I should have explained sooner.
"I was afraid of hurting you. I was also afraid of what might happen if I confronted the truth too late.
"Your father did not abandon you.
"He loved your mother. He loved you before you were born. And when he was told you had died, he refused to believe it until every possible avenue had been exhausted.
"I made mistakes, Sunshine.
"One of them was allowing the silence to continue for too long.
"But I have spent the last year gathering the truth.
"I have kept every letter.
"Every returned envelope.
"Every record of every attempt he made to find you.
"I want you to have the choice I should have given you years ago.
"Meet him.
"Ask him questions.
"Take your time.
"You do not owe anyone instant forgiveness.
"Not even me.
"Especially not me.
"All I ask is that you never believe you were unwanted.
"Because you were the most wanted little girl in the world.
"Forever your Grandpa,
"Marcus.""
Daniel stopped reading.
I was crying so hard that I could barely see.
Alexander had lowered his head.
Grandma stood completely still.
I wanted to hug Grandpa.
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't angry.
I wanted to ask why he hadn't told me everything while he was still alive.
But there was no way to ask him now.
I carefully folded the letter.
Then I placed it against my heart.
"Mr. Brooks?""
"Yes, Maya?""
"Did Grandpa know Grandma was hiding the letters?""
Daniel nodded.
"Yes.""
"Did he know she was lying about my father?""
"He discovered the full extent of it several months ago.""
I turned toward Claire.
"Why did you do it?""
She looked exhausted.
"Because I was trying to protect this family.""
"From what?""
"From losing everything.""
I frowned.
"How would my father make us lose everything?""
She glanced at Alexander.
"His family.""
Daniel's expression changed.
"Perhaps you should explain that statement.""
Grandma pressed her lips together.
I looked between them.
"What does his family have to do with anything?""
Alexander slowly raised his head.
"Claire, what are you talking about?""
She ignored him.
Daniel returned to the folder.
"There's another matter Marcus instructed me to address.""
Patricia stepped forward.
"Mr. Brooks, I must insist—"
"Then insist in writing.""
Daniel removed a sealed envelope from the back of the folder.
"This contains the findings of a private investigation commissioned by Marcus.""
Grandma suddenly went pale.
"Daniel, don't.""
He looked at her.
"Marcus specifically instructed me to disclose it if anyone challenged the parentage affidavit or attempted to interfere with Maya's relationship with Alexander.""
My stomach tightened.
"What investigation?""
Daniel opened the envelope.
Inside was a photocopy of a bank statement.
He placed it on the table.
"These are payments made to a private investigator thirteen years ago.""
Grandma looked at the floor.
Daniel pointed to a name.
"Mrs. Bennett, do you recognize this account?""
She didn't answer.
"These payments were made shortly after Elizabeth's death. They were used to locate Alexander Reed and monitor his attempts to contact Maya.""
Alexander leaned forward.
"Who paid for this?""
Daniel turned the statement around.
The account holder's name was clearly visible.
*Claire Bennett.*
Alexander stared at it.
Then he looked at her.
"You hired someone to follow me?""
Claire's voice trembled.
"I had to know what you were planning.""
"What I was planning?""
"You wanted to take Maya.""
"I wanted to meet my daughter!""
"You were going to destroy everything!""
Alexander shook his head.
"I lost Elizabeth. Then I was told my daughter was dead. Do you have any idea what those thirteen years were like?""
Grandma looked away.
"I did what I thought was necessary.""
Daniel took out another sheet.
"There is also a report concerning a meeting between Mrs. Bennett and the investigator.""
Patricia reached for the paper.
"That document is confidential.""
Daniel moved it out of reach.
"It is part of the evidence Marcus preserved.""
He read the first paragraph silently.
Then his face became unusually serious.
"What is it?"" I asked.
He looked at me.
"Maya, there's something I think you should know before we continue.""
I gripped the edge of the table.
"What?""
Daniel glanced at Alexander.
Then back at me.
"Your grandmother didn't simply prevent your father from contacting you.""
He paused.
"According to this report, she also told him something that made him believe you would be in danger if he ever came near you.""
Alexander went completely still.
"She told me Elizabeth's family would make sure I never saw Maya if I tried to return.""
Daniel nodded.
"There's more.""
He turned the page.
The report contained a handwritten note.
A statement attributed to Claire Bennett.
Daniel read it aloud.
"If Alexander Reed insists on contacting the child, tell him that the girl is better off believing her father is dead.""
The room seemed to tilt.
I stared at Grandma.
"Why would you say that?""
Her eyes filled.
For one second, I thought she might finally apologize.
Instead, she looked at Alexander and whispered:
"Because if you had taken Maya back then, you would have discovered what I was hiding.""
Daniel slowly lowered the report.
"What exactly were you hiding, Claire?""
She looked at me.
And then she said the words that changed everything.
"Marcus wasn't your grandfather by blood, Maya.""
I stopped breathing.
"What?""
Grandma swallowed.
"Your mother wasn't really his daughter.""
Alexander stepped forward.
"Claire, what have you done?""
But she wasn't looking at him anymore.
She was looking directly at me.
May you like
And for the first time, I realized that the secret about my father might have been only the beginning.
Because the woman who had spent thirteen years telling me I belonged to her family had just revealed that she might have been lying about that, too.
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