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Tubes ran down both arms, taped tight against his skin Two doctors stood at the head of the bed, flanked by three nurses.
One adjusted the beeping monitor, which clicked in a slow, rhythmic pattern.
I leaned close to Sebastian.
“How bad?”He gave a slight shake of the head.
The room filled, wall to wall.
No one spoke until one of the doctors cleared his throat and turned.
“He’s critical. Any moment now. Say what you need to.”That landed like a dropped brick.
A few people blinked hard.
A woman near the back gave a choked gasp.
“That can’t be right. He was walking last month.”
“Don’t go now, Edouard. The family needs you.”Someone sniffled.
Then another.
Soon, a soft wave of crying spread across the room.
But the tears didn’t last five minutes.
A man leaned in close to Marlowe and muttered, “We should probably start talking arrangements.”Another voice picked it up.
“Exactly. Did he even leave a will?”The mood shifted.
Crying stopped. Elbows came out.
Marlowe didn’t answer.
Edouard’s eyelids fluttered.
His eyes opened slowly.
He had yellowed whites and pupils like pinpricks.
His gaze drifted across the room, dull and cloudy, settling on each face in turn.
His hand lifted, barely.
It trembled mid-air before pointing, unsteadily, straight at Sebastian.
There was hatred in that look. Pure, solid resentment.
His lips moved, but no sound came.
Sebastian stepped forward.
“Looks like he wants me to read the will.”Edouard’s mouth twitched, maybe trying to form the word “no”.
Nobody paid him any mind.
They were already murmuring.
“Just let Sebastian read it. Come on, he’s barely hanging on “Stop wasting time.”Sebastian tipped his chin at Marlowe.
The lawyer nodded, stepped past two people, and pulled a thick bundle of papers from his briefcase.
Sebastian took them.
The room hushed instantly.
Even the monitors seemed to pause.
“The will begins with an inventory of assets. Liquid funds: five hundred million. Property and other holdings: close to eight hundred million.”Someone sucked in a breath behind me.
Gwendolyn’s eyes bulged.
Sebastian kept going.
“All LGH shares to be transferred to Sebastian Laurent.”He paused, brows raised slightly.
“You’re giving me everything?”Edouard’s eyes went wide.
His brow tensed. A vein popped above his temple.
He shoved against the mattress, trying to lift his chest.
His shoulders rose half an inch before slumping back down.
The monitor picked up pace.
Sebastian met his gaze and held it.
“Well. Thank you, Grandfather.”Edouard let out a hoarse, broken sound.
His fingers twitched, then stilled.
The voices around me blurred into a swarm of whispers “Why the hell would he leave everything to Sebastian?”
“They weren’t even close. Not like that.”
“It’s not like he needs the shares. Sebastian’s been running LGH for years anyway.”
“No one’s kicking him off the CEO post, with or without this.”
“Forget the company. What about the rest of the money Let’s get to that!”Sebastian waited until the noise ebbed before speaking again.
“Grandfather instructed that all his property be liquidated, converted into cash.”He paused.
“He wanted it split evenly. One million to each family member.”Silence dropped like a rock.
Then, behind someone’s shoulder: “That can’t be right,
“One million? Out of billions?”
“There’s no way. Sebastian, are you sure you read that properly?”
Sebastian held up the sheaf of papers.
“Positive. It’s right here in black and white. The will was notarised. And the one who drafted the will is standing right here.”Marlowe stepped forward on cue.
“The instructions were clear. That’s the allocation.”Someone raised their voice.
“What about the rest? Eventer giving one million each, there’s still a huge chunk left. Where’s the rest of the money?”Sebastian said, “Donated. All of it. To charity.”The silence this time was much longer, heavier.
Gwendolyn broke it with a shriek.
“He wouldn’t leave us with nothing! Edouard wouldn’t do that!”A woman near her agreed.
“One million’s pathetic. He might as well have given us a bloody coupon.”A man shrugged.
“Hell, I’ll take it. You don’t want your share, hand it over.” 1
It escalated fast.
Dozens of voices talked over each other, some shouting A man near the window jabbed a finger at another’s chest.
Two cousins I didn’t recognise started bickering about who counted as closer blood.
A few of the out-of-towners stood off to the side, clinging to their phones, grinning like they’d just won a scratch card.
Sebastian let them go on for a minute, then raised his voice.
“Enough! This is a hospital, not a bar room. What’s written stands. No amount of bitching is going to change that.”The noise faded.
One man in a corduroy blazer made ? loud scoff and stormed out.
“What a waste of a day,” someone muttered behind him. Could’ve stayed home.”
“Let’s go. This was a bust.”People began trickling out.
Handbags snapped shut. Suit jackets were yanked from chairs.
Within minutes, the room was cleared, with just me and Sebastian left.
Gwendolyn hesitated in the doorway, shot Sebastian a poisonous look, then stomped off.
Sebastian stepped slowly towards the bed.
He leaned over the old man’s face.
“They’re gone. Every last one of them. Not a single person in this room gave a damn about you. They only turned up to collect. The moment they realised they weren’t getting what they came for, they fled. Probably whining about bad luck the whole way to the car.”Edouard’s eyelids struggled open.
His pupils locked on Sebastian, wide and blazing with fury “You… you changed my… my will…”The words scraped out like broken glass.
His chest rose in short, jagged bursts.
Sebastian looked down at him like the man was already a ghost.
“You spent your life betting on the wrong people. You chose Gwendolyn over my mother. You helped push her towards her death, and thought I’d never find out. You were wrong. You picked Declan over me, shipped me overseas and hoped I’d get myself killed. Wrong again. You hid your diagnosis and made backroom deals with a lawyer you assumed was on your side. That was your last mistake.”He turned and reached for my hand.
We left without looking back.
Just as the door slid shut, the heart monitor let out a shill, flat line.
When we reached the car, Sebastian opened the passenger oor for me, then slid into the driver’s seat.
He didn’t start the engine.