If Daniel Brooks has knowingly concealed this inheritance from Nathan Brooks, interfered with correspondence, or misappropriated Nathan’s personal funds, he shall receive nothing from the Brooks estate and shall be subject to legal action.
I looked up slowly.
“So my father loses everything?”
“If the evidence holds, yes.”
I couldn’t speak.
Richard leaned closer.
“And there is more.”
I almost laughed.
“Of course there is.”
He reached into his briefcase and pulled out
a small black flash drive.
“Your grandfather left this for you.”
“What is it?”
“A recording.”
“Of what?”
Richard’s expression became serious.
“Your father.”
My heart stopped.
“When was it recorded?”
“Two months ago.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Your grandfather knew he was dying.”
I stared at the flash drive.
“What did he record?”
Richard didn’t answer.
Instead, he handed me his phone.
A video was already open.
I pressed play.
The screen showed a conference room.
My father sat at a long table.
Across from him was an older man I recognized immediately.
James Brooks.
My grandfather.
Alive.
Healthy.
Angry.
My father leaned forward.
“You’re making a mistake.”
My grandfather shook his head.
“No, Daniel. The mistake was trusting you.”
“You can’t leave everything to that boy.”
“He is my grandson.”
“He doesn’t know anything about business.”
“He doesn’t need to.”
My father slammed his fist onto the table.
“He’s weak.”
My grandfather smiled sadly.
