Chapter 482


    “Mom, we weren’t fair to Be before, and we want to make it up to her, but we need you to back us


    up. Isn’t it a given that someone’s assets should go to their next of kin?”


    Without waiting for a response, Olga continued, riled up: “You know we’re in a tight spot. We’ve asked


    for your help several times, and you’ve ignored us. We can’t figure out why you would secretly draft a


    will and give everything to Be. What were you thinking?”


    Olga was so furious that she was practically shaking. “Yoli’s engagement party with Zachary is in just a


    couple of days, and she doesn’t have a decent dress. She’s going to be aughingstock if she shows


    up in some old rag! Plus, she’ll be graduating from college in a couple of years and marrying into the


    Panter family. How can she do that without a proper dowry?”


    Without giving Grace a chance to reply, Olga continued using, saying, “If you had divided your


    assets evenly among us, I wouldn’t have said a word. But you gave everything to Be. You ignore us


    when we need your help and help her when she doesn’t need it. What’s the deal?”


    Ynda was silently crying on the side, seemingly upset and disappointed by her grandmother’s


    favoritism.


    Grace was so infuriated that she clutched her chest; the pain was too much.


    Seeing this, Attlee pulled Olga back and rushed forward, asking, “Mom, are you okay? Is there


    something wrong with your heart?”


    “Stop ying dumb! You owe us an exnation for all this! We won’t rest until we get one!”


    Seeing Olga with her arms crossed and looking unyielding, Attlee shot her a re. The olddy looked


    really pissed. If she got sick because of this, it wouldn’t be worth it.


    Grace was trembling with rage. She reached for items on her bedside table, a heated cup pad, a tissue


    box, reading sses and started throwing them at Olga.


    ? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    Quickly dodging, Olga said, “Mom, what the hell?! What are you doing? Enough already!”


    When she ran out of things to throw, Grace reached for the emergency call button on the side of her


    bed, intending to call someone to kick them out. But before her hand could reach the button, Attlee


    spotted it. He swiftly unplugged the cord and moved the button out of her reach.


    “Mom, what are you doing? Take a deep breath.” He quicklyforted her, then turned to Olga and


    said, “You, out. Yoli, stay.”


    “Why should I leave?” Olga wanted to argue, but noticing Grace’s pale face, she finally left the room


    reluctantly.


    Grace was in so much pain that she couldn’t speak for a while. Attlee poured her a ss of water, but


    she took it and sshed it all over his face.


    “I have no son like you; get out.”


    Bullying an old woman with his wife, he had some nerve!


    Attlee understood his mother’s anger. He wiped the water off his face, knelt down, and said sincerely,


    “Mom, I can ept your resentment toward me. But you don’t understand our predicament. Things at


    home are really bad, and at this critical time, you’ve already prepared your will.”


    He didn’t know that Grace had written her will a long time ago. She had called Casey over yesterday to


    modify some details, such as if Be were to have an ident and couldn’t inherit her estate, she’d


    rather donate everything than leave a penny to Olga and the rest.


    “Mom, can you reconsider?” Attlee begged on his knees, “Even if it’s just some emergency funds for


    now.”


    Grace didn’t expect this shameless man to make such a demand. Enraged, she smashed the cup in


    her hand on his head.


    In a split second, the cup didn’t break, but blood started to trickle down Attlee’s forehead.