Near the altar, Claire’s attorney stepped from the shadows.
Walter Grayson was a thin older man with silver hair and a face carved from permanent seriousness. In his hands rested a thick ivory envelope with Claire’s handwriting across the front.
Adrian’s fake sympathy vanished immediately.
“Is this really necessary right now?” he snapped. “My wife hasn’t even been buried yet.”
Walter calmly adjusted his glasses.
“Per your late wife’s explicit instructions,” he announced, his voice carrying clearly through the sanctuary, “her final will and testament must be read publicly before burial proceedings begin.”
A ripple of whispers swept through the church.
Vanessa crossed her arms with obvious irritation. Adrian let out a sarcastic laugh.
Walter broke the seal and unfolded the papers.
“To my mother, Evelyn Bennett…”
Adrian’s expression changed instantly as Walter continued reading.
“…I leave the entirety of my personal assets, including all investment accounts, life insurance benefits, the Aspen lake property, and my shares in Cross Biomedical Industries. These assets are to transfer immediately into the control of my mother, Evelyn Bennett, through the Bennett Family Trust.”
Adrian went white.
Vanessa’s hand slipped from his arm.
“That’s impossible,” Adrian barked. “Claire didn’t own shares. I controlled everything.”
Walter looked at him over his glasses with complete indifference.
“Your wife owned thirteen percent of Cross Biomedical Industries,” he said calmly. “The shares were transferred legally by your father, Jonathan Cross, several months before his death.”
The church fell silent.
Adrian’s jaw tightened violently. “My father wasn’t in his right mind.”
“No,” I said quietly.
The single word landed heavily in the room.
Everyone turned toward me.
“Your father was terrified of you, Adrian.”
His breathing grew uneven.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Walter lifted the pages again. “There is more.”
