Talk about inheritance and money bores me so the idea simply passed my mind, even as the black haired mistress walked in the living room, her belly swollen and big. Break came as long as the talk did, and I dreaded every second that passed, and when I was called back again, which was three in the afternoon, I was wondering if I should head back to Manhattan.
“She has no right to inherit them!” The Mistress screamed, and though I've long forgotten the name of my supposed-aunt, I knew from her tone, she didn't like me one bit. And neither did I.
Seriously speaking, she pissed me off.
“She is my son's eldest daughter,” Grandfather began. It seemed the whole thing was only between this woman and I.
“She has every right to inherit this lot, the money, the title.” Which sadly grandfather, I
