Grandma Eleanor walked down the hallway, infuriated. The flashing lights of the chandelier hanging on the ceiling cast a glow on her as she walked, exposing her annoyed face.
Richard was walking into the house and up the stairs when he saw her, and concern grew inside of him.
“What is the problem, granny? You look angry? What happened?” He asked.
She looked up at him, grabbing his arm with a hand. “I think we need to do this as quickly as possible,” she said.
He raised a brow, confused. His eyes tensed as he looked perplexed. “Do…what, grandma?”
“You need to make you the heir as quickly as possible, Richy my boy,” she said.
“But ma, you said…”
“I know that you requested it to take a little while, but I have my strong reasons for saying otherwise. You deserved it and were the bette
