Chapter 2
For the first time in my life, my father looked at me with something other than disappointment.
He looked worried.
But I was about to discover that his concern had very little to do with Grandma’s inheritance.
Vanessa placed her champagne glass firmly onto the table.
“You can’t seriously let HIM control hundreds of millions of dollars!”
Grandma closed the folder.
“Why not?”
“He’s never managed anything bigger than his own bank account!”
I stood up.
“That is enough, Vanessa.”
She turned toward me.
“Oh, please. You bring your daughter here in a department-store dress, and suddenly you’re entitled to everything Grandma worked for?”
Grandma’s expression hardened.
“Daniel didn’t ask for anything. You’re the one demanding my money.”
My father rose from his chair.
“Mother, I’ve spent thirty years preparing to take over your company.”
“Have you?”
His jaw tightened.
“You know I have.”
Grandma studied him for several seconds.
Then she reached into the folder again.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t force me to do this tonight, Richard.”
Something changed in my father’s expression.
It wasn’t anger anymore.
It was recognition.
Grandma removed a second envelope.
Unlike the first, this one was yellowed with age.
A date was written across the front.
October 14, fifteen years earlier.
My father took one step forward.
“Mother.”
Grandma ignored him.
“For fifteen years, I’ve kept something hidden from this family.”
My mother’s face lost its color.
“Eleanor, please.”
Grandma looked toward her.
“You knew too, Margaret.”
I glanced between them.
“What are you talking about?”
My father reached toward the envelope.
Grandma moved it away.
“Don’t.”
His hand stopped.
“Mother, whatever you’re planning, think carefully about what you’re doing.”
“I’ve spent fifteen years thinking about it.”
Then she looked at me.
“Daniel, there’s something you deserve to know about the year you left home.”
I felt a chill.
I had been twenty-four when I moved out.
I had recently graduated, and my father expected me to join his business.
I wanted something different.
I wanted to work as an engineer, developing equipment that could make hospitals safer.
My father called it an unrealistic ambition.
He offered me a position in his company instead.
When I refused, he told me I was throwing away my future.
I left with two suitcases and eight hundred dollars.
For years, I believed the distance between us was simply the result of that decision.
Apparently, I had been wrong.
Grandma opened the envelope.
Inside were several documents, a bank statement, and a handwritten letter.
“Do you remember the investment proposal you brought to me that summer?” she asked.
I nodded slowly.
I had developed a prototype for a compact monitoring system that could alert hospital staff when certain medical devices malfunctioned.
It was basic compared with modern technology, but I believed it had potential.
I had asked Grandma to review my proposal.
She had never responded.
At least, that was what I believed.
Grandma placed a letter on the table.
“I did respond, Daniel.”
My mouth went dry.
“What?”
“I offered to fund your research.”
I stared at her.
“No. You didn’t.”
“I wrote to you three times.”
My father closed his eyes.
Grandma slid the letter toward me.
I recognized her handwriting immediately.
She had offered to provide laboratory space, introduce me to her company’s research team, and finance further development.
My hands started trembling.
“I never received this.”
“I know.”
I looked at my father.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Grandma continued.
“Your father intercepted my letters. He told me you had declined my offer.”
My mother whispered, “Richard was only trying to keep the family together.”
Grandma turned toward her.
“By misleading his own son?”
My father suddenly pressed his palm firmly against the table.
“He was supposed to join my business!”
I stepped back.
Fifteen years.
For fifteen years, I had believed Grandma considered my ambitions unrealistic.
I had struggled through rejected applications, temporary jobs, and projects that never received proper funding.
And all that time, she had been willing to help me.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her.
Her eyes filled with regret.
