Right then, my aunt appeared, holding my baby half-brother in her arms. She looked at us coldly and spat, “Dream on. Why should a thankless brat like her get a cent of our family’s money? Let me make it clear. My son is the sole heir to Manfred’s estate. And as for you, I demand you return everything you ever took from our family.”
I met her gaze. “Are you sure about that?”
She puffed up proudly and bounced the baby slightly, as if showing him off.
“Of course I’m sure. I’d advise you to hand it all back without a fuss. The whole internet’s watching. Let’s see if you have even a shred of conscience left.”
Only then did I notice the cameras. She’d actually invited the media.
On a massive screen, the livestream chat scrolled endlessly, thousands of viewers spitting venom.
[How shameless can she get? Saying she cut ties, but still using his money and living in his house!]
[Exactly! Mr. Holt raised her, and she still publicly severed ties? If that’s not being ungrateful, what is?]
My aunt smiled smugly at the uproar. “Come on, then. I know exactly what my late husband gave you. Don’t bother denying it. And thank you, dear viewers, for helping a poor widow and her orphaned child seek justice.”
Mirabelle's POV
I gave a cold, sharp laugh. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be talking like that?”
Right then, two men in light-colored suits walked in behind James Mack, the butler. Each wore a badge with the official emblem of the notary's office.
James went straight to my aunt’s side and whispered, “These two are from the notary’s office. Before he passed, Mr. Holt made a will. They’re here to deliver it.”
My aunt’s face tightened with suspicion. “Come with me. We’ll talk privately.”
But the livestream audience wasn’t having it.
[Oh, so when you wanted her inheritance, you wanted us to watch. But now there’s a will, and you want to hide it?]
[Something’s fishy. Everyone knows Mr. Holt treated Mirabelle like his own. Who in their right mind would give that up?]
[And let’s not forget. The ‘new wife’ is Mirabelle’s aunt. A woman who sets her sights on her own brother-in-law is not exactly the picture of morality.]
Comments kept pouring in, the feed scrolling nonstop. My aunt clenched her jaw.
“Fine. Let them read it here. My son is Manfred’s only biological child. What do I have to be afraid of?”