Chapter 3

I had no choice but to return to the old house my grandmother had left to my mother.

I only had a few dollars left in my wallet—not enough to cover next semester's tuition, let alone basic necessities.

I sat in the spotlessly clean house, feeling a pang of sadness.

My uncle and my mother were twins. When I was two years old, a car accident took both my parents' lives.

The siblings had been very close. My uncle never had the heart to sell this house and often came to clean it himself. He said this place held my mother's presence.

My uncle never married so he could care for me, raising me like both a father and mother.

He treated me so well—why would he leave his inheritance to someone else?

I refused to accept it and watched the will-signing video over and over, feeling like something was missing.

My hand paused. My pupils suddenly contracted.

I knew what it was—my great-uncle Marcus was missing from the video as a witness.

Marcus was the most respected elder in my maternal family. At the time, my uncle had explicitly stated that the will would only be valid if Marcus witnessed it.

I quickly found the video of when my uncle first made his will in my favor—Marcus was clearly present in that one.

I jumped up excitedly, eager to expose Logan's true face.

I soon returned to the mansion. After breaking through the door and trying to rush inside, I was stopped by the butler.

"Young master, this is no longer your home. If you cause trouble again, I'll call the police."

Seeing the butler, who used to care for me warmly, now so cold, my heart ached. I explained:

"I'm here to see Logan about something. Let me in."

"Our master has already retired for the evening. If you have business, come back tomorrow."

I checked the time—it was only a little past 8 PM. Young people's nightlife hadn't even started, and he was already asleep?

Just like my uncle's elderly person's schedule.

I waited at the door all night. The next morning around 7 AM, Logan came out of the mansion in my uncle's Maybach. I stopped him.

"Logan, I can prove you're not the legal heir. Come with me right now to see Marcus!"

Logan looked at me with a half-smile and readily agreed.

"Fine. I'd also like to see what proof you have that I'm not legitimate."