Chapter 10 - The Grandfather Demands Custody Of The Multi-Million Trust
Peace in the suburban haven was shattered on a rainy Tuesday afternoon by the sharp ringing of the front doorbell.
Nathan walked down the hallway, opening the heavy oak door to find his aging father, Arthur, standing on the porch.
Arthur wore a tailored wool overcoat, leaning heavily on an ebony walking cane with an expression of aristocratic disgust.
“You’ve hidden long enough in this dreary little cottage, Nathan,” Arthur barked, pushing past him into the entryway.
Nathan blocked his path in the hallway, his jaw clenching as the bitter memories of his childhood rushed back.
“Get out of my house, Arthur, or I will have local law enforcement physically remove you from the premises,” Nathan warned coldly.
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Arthur laughed softly, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed against the cozy suburban walls.
“You think a quaint little cottage and some garden soil erase your legal obligations to the Moretti family trust?” Arthur sneered.
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