Chapter 9 - Memories Of A Lost Father
A young female analyst tapped a few keys on her console, projecting a glowing holographic file onto the center table surface.
“According to Walter’s final encrypted will, everything he accumulated was placed into a blind trust,” the analyst explained clearly.
“And the sole beneficiary named to inherit his entire estate is not an organization, but an individual,” she continued, glancing at Renley.
Renley stepped closer, staring at the glowing text in absolute disbelief as her own full name appeared on the screen.
“Me? There must be some mistake! I just delivered soup!” Renley gasped, stepping back away from the table in shock.
Vincenzo smiled softly, placing a warm, heavy hand on the young girl’s trembling shoulder to steady her nerves.
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“Walter didn't have any family left, Renley; you became the daughter he lost a lifetime ago,” the mafia boss explained gently.
“He watched you bicycle through the snow every single week, knowing you were the only pure soul left in this corrupt city.”
