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    Heather and herpanions instantly recognized the neer. It was Addison Marquez, the attorney who had handled Earl Poulos’ legal affairs throughout his life. Addison walked up with a somber expression, cing a white daisy in front of Earl Poulos’ coffin.<fn4ea9> Chapters first released on Find[?]ovel</fn4ea9>


    “Mr. Marquez,” the butler said, greeting him with a polite nod.


    Addison acknowledged the butler with a subtle nod before moving to the podium. As he did, the air was filled with the bright shes of cameras.


    “I stand here today to carry out the final wishes of Earl Poulos and to disclose the details of his will at his funeral,” Addison began.


    Just as Addison was about to continue, a weak voice interrupted from the corner.


    “Wait a moment.”


    All eyes turned toward the source of the interruption. There stood Austen, looking weak and struggling to maintain his bnce. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the previous day.


    The butler quickly rushed over to support him.


    “Sir, are you certain you’re able to do this?” the butler asked.


    Austen’s gaze was blurry but determined as he faced Earl Poulos’ coffin. A spark of resolve was evident in his eyes.


    “I must be here for this funeral,” he replied.


    The butler nodded in acknowledgment and helped him toward the coffin.


    Austen ced a white daisy beside Earl Poulos and gazed at his father’s peaceful face, fighting back tears. Heather and Westin exchanged a nce, their faces filled with clear disdain.


    “Are you sure this is him? He bears no resemnce to my brother. He’s probably just a chatan trying to im our inheritance,” Heather scoffed.


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    Austen gave them a brief, dismissive nce. The butler exined, “That’s His Lordship’s sister, your aunt. She’s been away from the family for many years and only came after hearing about the funeral.”


    Austen spared Heather one more nce before turning his focus back to the coffin. He felt no connection to this so-called aunt and harbored no familial affection toward her.


    Addison adjusted his sses and looked at Austen with a hint of astonishment. “So, you are the Earl’s son. He searched for you for years, and just before passing, he found you. Hisst wish finally came true.”


    Austen’s heart sank at this revtion. He lowered his head and gave a small nod.


    Turning back to face the audience, particrly the press, Addison said, “I am about to reveal the contents of Earl Poulos’ will. Please, let’s maintain silence and show respect.”


    Katelyn and the others stood by quietly, watching Addison. Meanwhile, Heather and her group were visibly agitated, their anticipation growing, with Westin especially eager to secure a significant portion of the estate.


    Amidst the tension, Austen leaned against the coffin, his gaze fixed on histe father.


    “Earl Poulos divided his entire estate into two parts,” Addison continued. “One half will go to his son, Mr. Kenny Poulos, and the other half to Miss Katelyn Bailey.”


    This announcement hit the room like a bolt of lightning, leaving an overwhelming silence across the hall.


    Earl Poulos had been one of the wealthiest men in Yata, and now, his immense fortune was being divided between just two individuals.


    Though Katelyn, the butler, and a few others had been aware of the will’s contents, it was aplete surprise to most, including Austen. He now believed what the butler had told him earlier—that during their first meeting, Earl Poulos had recognized him. However, Earl Poulos had held back his emotions, choosing to express his affection for Austen through the will, in an effort to preserve his son’s freedom.


    Heather exploded in anger. “This isn’t right! How could my brother divide his vast fortune between just two people? And to these strangers? I suspect this man isn’t really his son, and this Katelyn woman—I’ve never even met her!”


    The butler remained calm, his voice steady. “Miss Katelyn Bailey is right here, and she was one of His Lordship’s most esteemed acquaintances.”


    Heather’s outrage escted to near hysteria. “It’s impossible that my brother left me nothing! This will must have been tampered with. I’m calling the police and suing everyone involved right now!”


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