Trista's pov
Thinking of the previous call.
"Trista? It's me, Heidi! Come immediately to street number 9! That's the park where I used to take you to play when you were very little. If I am not there later, you'll be digging something out from under the red slide!" Her tone was a little anxious and rather scared.
After hearing the message, I didn't see Heidi again, but I found a bag of things in the sand under the slide.
"What's that?" asked Donald.
I took it out of my arms, black on white, "it's Grandpa's will".
"The one Leonard hid?" Donald took it and said, "If you file a lawsuit, this will undoubtedly be the best evidence for you! Trista, are not you pleased?"
"Look at the back."
He frowned slightly. "It's blood. It seems to have just fallen on it. It's obvious that your servan
