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"You’re Eugene," she said. Her grip on her forearm crutches tightened, the metal frame clicking softly against the weathered floorboards. / Chapter 5 / 8

Chapter 5 - The Legal Counter-Strike

By 9:00 AM the next morning, the quiet of Driftwood Lane was shattered by the sound of a roaring engine.

A sleek, black European sedan came tearing down the sandy road, spraying gravel against the mailboxes. It slammed to a halt right outside the cabin gate.

Mr. Thompson, the family attorney, tumbled out of the passenger side looking pale and sweating through his expensive suit. Behind him, Bradley spilled out of the driver's seat, his face purple with rage, designer loafers sinking deep into the wet sand.

Carol watched from the front window, leaning calmly on her crutches. "Showtime," she murmured.

I opened the front door and stepped out onto the sagging porch, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't invite them up. I stood tall, the morning sea breeze catching my hair.

"Are you insane?!" Bradley shouted, marching toward the porch stairs before stopping short as I leveled a hard, unyielding glare at him. "Dad! Open the gates! Lift the freeze on the trust right now or I swear I'll sue you into oblivion!"

Mr. Thompson pushed past him, his briefcase clutched tightly to his chest. He looked at me with a mixture of professional horror and deep, grudging respect.

"Eugene... Mr. Miller," Thompson stammered, adjusting his glasses. "There has been a catastrophic oversight. When I drafted the final estate documents per Helen's specific, unalterable dictates... I didn't realize the full scope of the Aegis corporate portfolio."

"You didn't read past the first two pages, Mr. Thompson," I said, my voice cutting through the sound of the surf. "You let Bradley dictate the terms of my wife's death because you thought an old engineer was ready for the scrap heap."

"Dad, please," Bradley’s voice cracked, dropping the arrogant facade entirely as he realized his entire high-society life was evaporating. "I have debts. I borrowed against the Italian villa to secure a partnership in Milan. If the trust doesn't bail me out, they’re going to take everything I own."

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