I briefly wondered if there was something the man wasn't telling us, but he looked hale and hearty as ever and dismissed my concerns. Perhaps he was just being organized. It made sense as he grew older.
Timothy made his way back into the room and handed coffee to everyone. I sipped at mine. "It's relatively simple paperwork to set up. I can make it ironclad so that the will can't be challenged" I added, Maxwell, nodding quickly "I gather you are worried about certain relatives trying to get their greedy hands on your wealth?"
"You have no idea" Maxwell muttered "You go your whole life not seeing them and then as soon as your ass is dead they come slithering out like the snakes they are."
I tried not to laugh. Ian snorted "You're going to live to a hundred old man, just to spite them,"
