“So she really decided to leave everything to Meredith,” Uncle Jack said, as if he had appeared from nowhere.
“What are you doing here?!” my mother shouted.
“You didn’t think you were the clever one, sister. I hired a private detective to follow Meredith,” Uncle Jack said.
“Now, Meredith, be a sweetie and hand over the will.”
“No! You’re my daughter! Give it to me!” my mother screamed.
“Meredith will give it to no one,” Mr.
Johnson said firmly.
“And where do you come from?!” Uncle Jack barked.
“The sensor on my phone alerted me when the locker opened,” Mr. Johnson explained. “Since I am responsible for executing Cassandra’s will and I suspected something like this might happen, I came as soon as I could.”
“I don’t care!
I’m Meredith’s mother! I have rights to the will!” my mother insisted.
“Cassandra’s estate goes to whoever took on the responsibility of caring for Berta. That was not you,” Mr.
Johnson said calmly.
“I’ll take that flea-ridden dog if I must!” Uncle Jack shouted.
“It’s too late. Meredith took Berta, not knowing that she would receive anything for it. That was the main condition of the will.
And if any of you try to interfere, you will have to deal with me and the police,” Mr. Johnson said.
I stood there holding the folder, my hands shaking, unable to say anything.
“Come on, Meredith, we have a lot to discuss,” Mr. Johnson said, and we walked to my car.
“Why did she do this?
Why make everyone fight?” I asked Mr. Johnson as we sat in the car.
“She wanted her money to go to a good person who would spend it on good deeds,” Mr. Johnson said.
I nodded.
“Then I will give the larger portion to the hospital,” I said.
“It’s yours now. You can do whatever you want with it,” Mr. Johnson replied.
In that moment, I missed Grandma more than ever, but I knew I would try not to let her down.
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