"No"
"What?"
"I said NO,there is no way my brother would leave his life's possession to some nobody in Colorado,at least he would have introduced whoever it was to the family,right Mom?",Dylan bellowed looking towards his mother only to catch her disapproving gaze.
"Dylan,calm down okay,we will find out whoever Richard gave his stuff to,but you have to stay calm. No yelling at the lawyers", Bessy Prescott muttered quietly,sadness and depression pooling in place of dark bags under her eyes.
"But mum...fine,but you do not have to give me that look again,I am not five or whatever", Dylan muttered,mellowed by his mother's infamous glare,his butt hit his chair before he could mutter anymore indignant word.
"Mr Smith,I think it is time you continue with my son's will.You were saying My son left his inheritance,his trust fund,his apartments in Paris,New York and London and of course those estates his grandfather gave him when he turned twenty-one to a lady in Colorado,correct?,Mr David Prescott asked,his blue-grey eyes boring holes into the head of the lawyer as he stared intently.
Bobbing his head,Mr Smith affirmation only riled Dylan up even further,this time with a new insult, "Fucking golddigger decided to sink her leeching fingers into my brother,I am going to fucking ruin her".
"You won't be ruining anybody,Dylan".
"But mom".
"You won't",Bessy repeated simultaneously shaking her head and at the same time giving a sign to the lawyer to go on.
"My fiancee, Leslie Brooks would be given everything I own, including half of my half in the family company shares,the remaining half goes to my little brother, Dylan",The lawyer stop in a theatrical pause before continuing,"At my death,the doctor would disclose a CD and a camcorder,a key and a Debit card. The CD belongs to my daughter Elizabeth Prescott to remember me by,the..."
"Now that is just ridiculous,my brother does not have a daughter,right Mom, Dad?".
"Yeah,I am so confused".
"Sweetheart,Mr Smith just started,of course you would be confused,Dave relax and let us hear him out,Mr Smith?"
"Of course, The camcorder contains a story of the past four years of my life,the last four years actually. The key belongs to my study in the New York apartment. My daughter, Liza's gifts are all in there as I failed to send them before I was put on life support. My Liza must be heartbroken not to have heard from her Daddy in this past months. I want you Dylan to park them all up,every single toy,video game and doll and drive to my home in Colorado. The address would be forthcoming soon". Another dramatic pause and when Mr Smith realised his Clients were all in shock,he decided to go in for the kill.
"Lastly,beloved family,the black card contains all my dissolved assets and they now belong to Leslie Brooks,the love of my love who have loved and lost and a trust fund has been opened in my daughter's name.
I hope you take to heart the new information and you hold and love my family as much as you have loved me. Leslie and Liza are a part of me and me a part of them. Respect my wish."
P.S There is a letter in here that belongs to Leslie and only Leslie. I love you guys alot.
P.S.S 1394B street, Tropic Island Bed and Breakfast, Denver, Colorado."
Mr Smith finished his reading with finesse only to look up and find the same shock on the faces of his clients.
"Okay then,do you need me to read it again?."