Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 118: Chapter 118
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Marlow's phone rang, the screen displaying "Attorney Sullivan."
"Welcome back, Marlow. Your mother's final wish was to see you come of age and claim what's rightfully yours."
Walter Sullivan's tone was unusually formal and grave.
"In one week, on your 26th birthday, you can inherit 95% of your mother's estate with the proper identification token. The remaining 5% will be donated to educational programs for underprivileged girls, as per her will."
Marlow's fingertips traced her mother's face in the photograph, her eyes unwillingly filling with tears.
Her mother had been kindness personified—even on her deathbed, she'd clasped Marlow's hand and begged her to live her own life, not one consumed by vengeance.
Yet this wonderful woman had been cheated on, imprisoned in her own home, and brutally murdered at just thirty years old.
Marlow squeezed her eyes shut, fighting to contain the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
When she opened them again, her voice had regained its icy composure. "Thank you, Walter. There's something else I need your help with..."
Night fell, bringing a torrential downpour. The atmosphere in the Reynolds mansion's living room was suffocatingly tense.
Jade sulked in her mother Victoria's embrace, playing the victim.
Nearby, Liam took a long drag from his cigarette, glaring at Gregory Reynolds. "Our engagement's off. Why the hell did you summon me here?"
Gregory, approaching fifty, still retained traces of his former handsomeness, though years of calculated cruelty had etched themselves into every line on his face.
"A failed engagement doesn't mean we can't work together," Gregory's eyes were cold as winter. "Today's disaster was almost certainly Marlow's doing. She won't stop here—our best move is to present a united front."
Liam scoffed. He didn't consider Marlow any real threat; today's drama was merely her pathetic attempt at revenge.
"Don't be so quick to dismiss this," Gregory said quietly. "Marlow is about to inherit her mother's estate. That fortune is worth at minimum one billion dollars."
Liam's eyebrow arched with interest, his gaze meeting Gregory's as understanding passed between them.
Gregory's face twisted with murderous intent—
"I want her dead."
A deafening crack of thunder punctuated his words, illuminating his face in a ghastly flash of white light.
Liam opened his mouth to respond when a creaking sound caught everyone's attention... someone had opened the front door.
All four turned toward the entrance, startled.
A figure in white stood silhouetted in the doorway, her blond hair whipping in the wind.
Her pale face contrasted sharply with blood-red lips that curved into a smile. "What a gathering. Were you expecting me?"
Jade let out a terrified shriek, the color draining from her face.
Gregory thundered, "Marlow! What are you doing here?"
Marlow stepped inside, calmly taking a seat on the sofa despite their hostile stares.
Resting her chin on one hand, she surveyed the room with half-lidded eyes. "Please, don't stand on my account. I'm here to reclaim what my mother left me—the company, properties, stocks—everything belongs to me now."
Her calm declaration dropped like a lit match into gasoline.
Gregory slammed his fist on the table, rising to his feet. "Delusional! You're a woman with a criminal record. You have no right to take control of the company!"
A soft, mocking laugh escaped Marlow's throat as she met Gregory's furious gaze.
"My rights aren't determined by your opinion, but by state inheritance law."
The calmer Marlow remained, the more enraged Gregory became. He had spent years building his position—how dare this slip of a girl threaten it all?
He forced his face into an authoritative mask. "Don't quote legal jargon at me! In this house, my word is law!"
Victoria joined in, her voice dripping with false sympathy.
"Why are you being so confrontational? While you were in prison, we pulled strings to ensure you received special treatment. Have you forgotten our kindness?"
Marlow's bitter laugh cut through the air, her eyes turning dangerously cold.
Of course she hadn't forgotten these three years of hell.
On her first day in prison, fellow inmates had beaten her into unconsciousness;
On the second day, when she refused to strip for their entertainment, they'd forced bloody tampons down her throat;
On the third day, she was denied food for a week for not "compensating" a guard, and had to bark like a dog just to receive a piece of gum;
She had endured this inhuman treatment for three full years!
Marlow slowly rose to her feet, her glacial gaze fixed on Gregory. "I'll say it one more time—everything here belongs to me."
"Preposterous! I've never heard of any major family enterprise being run by a woman!"
As Gregory finished speaking, Marlow deliberately placed designer glasses on her face, the sharp lenses fragmenting the contempt in her eyes into perfect clarity.
"If you've never seen it before, then open your pathetic eyes and witness it now. This family has always been the Reeves family, not the Reynolds family!"
A cold, scornful curve touched Marlow's lips, her eyes blazing with ruthless determination.
"The head of the Reeves family will be me—Gregory, you're nothing but a man who married into wealth. You don't get to make the decisions here anymore."
"Welcome back, Marlow. Your mother's final wish was to see you come of age and claim what's rightfully yours."
Walter Sullivan's tone was unusually formal and grave.
"In one week, on your 26th birthday, you can inherit 95% of your mother's estate with the proper identification token. The remaining 5% will be donated to educational programs for underprivileged girls, as per her will."
Marlow's fingertips traced her mother's face in the photograph, her eyes unwillingly filling with tears.
Her mother had been kindness personified—even on her deathbed, she'd clasped Marlow's hand and begged her to live her own life, not one consumed by vengeance.
Yet this wonderful woman had been cheated on, imprisoned in her own home, and brutally murdered at just thirty years old.
Marlow squeezed her eyes shut, fighting to contain the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
When she opened them again, her voice had regained its icy composure. "Thank you, Walter. There's something else I need your help with..."
Night fell, bringing a torrential downpour. The atmosphere in the Reynolds mansion's living room was suffocatingly tense.
Jade sulked in her mother Victoria's embrace, playing the victim.
Nearby, Liam took a long drag from his cigarette, glaring at Gregory Reynolds. "Our engagement's off. Why the hell did you summon me here?"
Gregory, approaching fifty, still retained traces of his former handsomeness, though years of calculated cruelty had etched themselves into every line on his face.
"A failed engagement doesn't mean we can't work together," Gregory's eyes were cold as winter. "Today's disaster was almost certainly Marlow's doing. She won't stop here—our best move is to present a united front."
Liam scoffed. He didn't consider Marlow any real threat; today's drama was merely her pathetic attempt at revenge.
"Don't be so quick to dismiss this," Gregory said quietly. "Marlow is about to inherit her mother's estate. That fortune is worth at minimum one billion dollars."
Liam's eyebrow arched with interest, his gaze meeting Gregory's as understanding passed between them.
Gregory's face twisted with murderous intent—
"I want her dead."
A deafening crack of thunder punctuated his words, illuminating his face in a ghastly flash of white light.
Liam opened his mouth to respond when a creaking sound caught everyone's attention... someone had opened the front door.
All four turned toward the entrance, startled.
A figure in white stood silhouetted in the doorway, her blond hair whipping in the wind.
Her pale face contrasted sharply with blood-red lips that curved into a smile. "What a gathering. Were you expecting me?"
Jade let out a terrified shriek, the color draining from her face.
Gregory thundered, "Marlow! What are you doing here?"
Marlow stepped inside, calmly taking a seat on the sofa despite their hostile stares.
Resting her chin on one hand, she surveyed the room with half-lidded eyes. "Please, don't stand on my account. I'm here to reclaim what my mother left me—the company, properties, stocks—everything belongs to me now."
Her calm declaration dropped like a lit match into gasoline.
Gregory slammed his fist on the table, rising to his feet. "Delusional! You're a woman with a criminal record. You have no right to take control of the company!"
A soft, mocking laugh escaped Marlow's throat as she met Gregory's furious gaze.
"My rights aren't determined by your opinion, but by state inheritance law."
The calmer Marlow remained, the more enraged Gregory became. He had spent years building his position—how dare this slip of a girl threaten it all?
He forced his face into an authoritative mask. "Don't quote legal jargon at me! In this house, my word is law!"
Victoria joined in, her voice dripping with false sympathy.
"Why are you being so confrontational? While you were in prison, we pulled strings to ensure you received special treatment. Have you forgotten our kindness?"
Marlow's bitter laugh cut through the air, her eyes turning dangerously cold.
Of course she hadn't forgotten these three years of hell.
On her first day in prison, fellow inmates had beaten her into unconsciousness;
On the second day, when she refused to strip for their entertainment, they'd forced bloody tampons down her throat;
On the third day, she was denied food for a week for not "compensating" a guard, and had to bark like a dog just to receive a piece of gum;
She had endured this inhuman treatment for three full years!
Marlow slowly rose to her feet, her glacial gaze fixed on Gregory. "I'll say it one more time—everything here belongs to me."
"Preposterous! I've never heard of any major family enterprise being run by a woman!"
As Gregory finished speaking, Marlow deliberately placed designer glasses on her face, the sharp lenses fragmenting the contempt in her eyes into perfect clarity.
"If you've never seen it before, then open your pathetic eyes and witness it now. This family has always been the Reeves family, not the Reynolds family!"
A cold, scornful curve touched Marlow's lips, her eyes blazing with ruthless determination.
"The head of the Reeves family will be me—Gregory, you're nothing but a man who married into wealth. You don't get to make the decisions here anymore."
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