Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 123: Chapter 123
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Gregory turned the Reeves mansion upside down but found no trace of the token Marlow had mentioned.
He began to suspect she was bluffing.
Once this idea took root, Gregory immediately drove to Walter's law firm.
Walter, unremarkable in appearance and seemingly meek, rose to greet Gregory as he entered.
"What an unexpected honor, Mr. Reynolds."
Walter quickly brewed coffee for his visitor.
Gregory sat down, tossing a thick, bulging envelope onto the desk.
With an arrogant tone, he asked, "I have only one question. Is any token actually required to inherit Evelyn's estate?"
Walter eyed the envelope's thickness, his face instantly brightening. "No token is needed whatsoever. Marlow automatically inherits everything upon turning 26. However, the assets are secured in a bank vault that requires her iris scan to access."
Hearing this, Gregory's blood pressure visibly spiked as he crushed the porcelain cup in his hand.
"That little bitch played me! She thinks I'm that easily fooled?"
As Gregory stormed out, Walter's obsequious smile vanished, replaced by a knowing look.
He took out his phone and composed a text message.
Meanwhile, Marlow looked at her screen, her lips curving into a slight smile.
With a precise swing, she sent a golf ball sailing directly into the hole.
Two days later, it was Jade's 26th birthday. Gregory and Victoria had organized an extravagant celebration.
Upon receiving Gregory's invitation, Marlow applied a final touch of lipstick while studying her reflection.
That evening, she drove her Ferrari flamboyantly to the Reynolds estate, immediately drawing all eyes.
Marlow wore a deep crimson backless gown that not only accentuated her perfect figure but highlighted her porcelain skin and commanding presence.
She ran her fingers through her flowing blond hair, her red lips curving upward as she entered the venue under everyone's gaze.
Jade had chosen an innocent white tulle dress, positioning herself as a pure princess in a fairy tale castle. But the moment Marlow appeared, she completely overshadowed her half-sister.
After all, an untested princess could never compete with a battle-hardened queen who had risen from the ashes.
"Marlow, I don't recall inviting you," Jade maintained a strained smile while her words cut like knives. "Were you so lonely on your birthday that you had to crash mine? You should have said something—I'm sure Daddy would have thrown you a pity party too."
Marlow laughed as if she'd heard a joke.
"Your father invited me, and I could hardly refuse," Marlow's lips curved upward. "Are you worried I'll steal your spotlight? I apologize—I didn't realize that even my casual appearance would outshine you so dramatically."
Fighting fire with fire, Jade visibly trembled with anger.
She stepped forward, glaring at Marlow. "As a lawyer, you were inferior to me. When it comes to stealing men, you can't compete with me either. What exactly are you so smug about, Marlow?"
Jade searched Marlow's face for any sign of defeat.
Instead, Marlow looked at her with pity, shaking her head. "Only someone as desperate as you would worship trash like Liam. Though I suppose it's fitting—illegitimate children finding each other. How inspirational."
Jade exploded, her fake smile completely collapsing. She was about to retaliate when Gregory called out to them.
"Daddy! Look how she's bullying me!" Jade's eyes filled with practiced tears, her face the picture of victimhood.
Gregory studied Marlow with a calculating smile, every wrinkle around his eyes exuding manipulation.
"Since you're here, try to get along with your sister. We'll take a family portrait shortly."
Marlow raised an eyebrow, smiling as she placed her hand on Gregory's arm—for once, not contradicting him.
As the camera flashed, memories assaulted Marlow's mind uncontrollably. Once, when her mother was still alive, she had been the happiest child in the world. They had stood together just like this for family photos.
Now, her mother's place had been usurped, and beside her stood a half-sister born just one day apart from her.
Unconsciously, Marlow glanced at Gregory, her throat tightening.
Wake up, Marlow. This stopped being your home long ago.
When the flash faded, they quickly separated, as if that moment of familial warmth had been merely an illusion.
"Dad, will you truly have no regrets?"
Gregory paused, turning to look carefully at the daughter he hadn't seen in three years. A fleeting tenderness crossed his eyes before quickly disappearing.
"Marlow, whether you believe it or not, I've always considered you my most exceptional daughter."
Hearing these words, Marlow felt a sharp ache in her chest, her eyes instinctively looking toward the ceiling to prevent tears.
His most exceptional daughter?
Yet hadn't he destroyed everything with his own hands? Wasn't her mother Evelyn's death directly attributable to him?
Marlow took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions as she raised her champagne flute in Gregory's direction.
"Dad, I wish you every success in getting exactly what you deserve."
He began to suspect she was bluffing.
Once this idea took root, Gregory immediately drove to Walter's law firm.
Walter, unremarkable in appearance and seemingly meek, rose to greet Gregory as he entered.
"What an unexpected honor, Mr. Reynolds."
Walter quickly brewed coffee for his visitor.
Gregory sat down, tossing a thick, bulging envelope onto the desk.
With an arrogant tone, he asked, "I have only one question. Is any token actually required to inherit Evelyn's estate?"
Walter eyed the envelope's thickness, his face instantly brightening. "No token is needed whatsoever. Marlow automatically inherits everything upon turning 26. However, the assets are secured in a bank vault that requires her iris scan to access."
Hearing this, Gregory's blood pressure visibly spiked as he crushed the porcelain cup in his hand.
"That little bitch played me! She thinks I'm that easily fooled?"
As Gregory stormed out, Walter's obsequious smile vanished, replaced by a knowing look.
He took out his phone and composed a text message.
Meanwhile, Marlow looked at her screen, her lips curving into a slight smile.
With a precise swing, she sent a golf ball sailing directly into the hole.
Two days later, it was Jade's 26th birthday. Gregory and Victoria had organized an extravagant celebration.
Upon receiving Gregory's invitation, Marlow applied a final touch of lipstick while studying her reflection.
That evening, she drove her Ferrari flamboyantly to the Reynolds estate, immediately drawing all eyes.
Marlow wore a deep crimson backless gown that not only accentuated her perfect figure but highlighted her porcelain skin and commanding presence.
She ran her fingers through her flowing blond hair, her red lips curving upward as she entered the venue under everyone's gaze.
Jade had chosen an innocent white tulle dress, positioning herself as a pure princess in a fairy tale castle. But the moment Marlow appeared, she completely overshadowed her half-sister.
After all, an untested princess could never compete with a battle-hardened queen who had risen from the ashes.
"Marlow, I don't recall inviting you," Jade maintained a strained smile while her words cut like knives. "Were you so lonely on your birthday that you had to crash mine? You should have said something—I'm sure Daddy would have thrown you a pity party too."
Marlow laughed as if she'd heard a joke.
"Your father invited me, and I could hardly refuse," Marlow's lips curved upward. "Are you worried I'll steal your spotlight? I apologize—I didn't realize that even my casual appearance would outshine you so dramatically."
Fighting fire with fire, Jade visibly trembled with anger.
She stepped forward, glaring at Marlow. "As a lawyer, you were inferior to me. When it comes to stealing men, you can't compete with me either. What exactly are you so smug about, Marlow?"
Jade searched Marlow's face for any sign of defeat.
Instead, Marlow looked at her with pity, shaking her head. "Only someone as desperate as you would worship trash like Liam. Though I suppose it's fitting—illegitimate children finding each other. How inspirational."
Jade exploded, her fake smile completely collapsing. She was about to retaliate when Gregory called out to them.
"Daddy! Look how she's bullying me!" Jade's eyes filled with practiced tears, her face the picture of victimhood.
Gregory studied Marlow with a calculating smile, every wrinkle around his eyes exuding manipulation.
"Since you're here, try to get along with your sister. We'll take a family portrait shortly."
Marlow raised an eyebrow, smiling as she placed her hand on Gregory's arm—for once, not contradicting him.
As the camera flashed, memories assaulted Marlow's mind uncontrollably. Once, when her mother was still alive, she had been the happiest child in the world. They had stood together just like this for family photos.
Now, her mother's place had been usurped, and beside her stood a half-sister born just one day apart from her.
Unconsciously, Marlow glanced at Gregory, her throat tightening.
Wake up, Marlow. This stopped being your home long ago.
When the flash faded, they quickly separated, as if that moment of familial warmth had been merely an illusion.
"Dad, will you truly have no regrets?"
Gregory paused, turning to look carefully at the daughter he hadn't seen in three years. A fleeting tenderness crossed his eyes before quickly disappearing.
"Marlow, whether you believe it or not, I've always considered you my most exceptional daughter."
Hearing these words, Marlow felt a sharp ache in her chest, her eyes instinctively looking toward the ceiling to prevent tears.
His most exceptional daughter?
Yet hadn't he destroyed everything with his own hands? Wasn't her mother Evelyn's death directly attributable to him?
Marlow took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions as she raised her champagne flute in Gregory's direction.
"Dad, I wish you every success in getting exactly what you deserve."
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