Mr. Harrison was not finished. He pointed at Mark’s face again, this time with his index finger, trembling with contained emotion. He shouted loudly for everyone in the room to hear this painful truth. Mr. Harrison said, “Mark, everyone who’s anyone in this town, all my colleagues, all the major investors know who Mrs. Vance is.” They bow to her in respect. They honor her wisdom and her power. Everyone knows how great she is, except you. The words except you were spoken in a sharp tone that struck Mark’s chest. Mr. Harrison continued, saying that Mark was the only person who had been physically closest to Mrs. Vance. He lived under the same roof.
He ate at the same table, but in mind and knowledge, he was the farthest person. Mark’s stupidity and arrogance had blinded him, preventing him from seeing the diamond he had in his own home. Mark collapsed to the floor. His legs could no longer support his trembling body. His face was ashen, like a corpse. He stared at the empty floor with a lost look. His pride was shattered. His future was shattered. His company colleagues looked at him with a mixture of astonishment, disgust, and pity. They whispered, realizing they had been worshiping the wrong man. They had just been in the house of the company’s owner, eating food prepared by the owner’s daughter, and had mocked the death of the company’s owner herself.
Guilt overwhelmed them. One by one, they began to slowly back towards the exit, wishing to escape this embarrassing situation quickly. Jessica, realizing that Mark was no longer a valuable asset, but a dangerous liability, remained silent. She picked up her bag and tried to slip away among the guests. But the drama was not yet over. Mr. Harrison noticed the guests intention to leave, raised his hand, and ordered everyone to stay put. He said no one could leave the room until the matter was settled. Mr. Harrison wanted everyone to witness what was about to happen. He wanted this moment to serve as a moral lesson about integrity and karma for all his employees.
The atmosphere in the room became suffocating again. No one dared to contradict the president’s order. They all remained like statues, heads bowed, awaiting punishment or at least a long lecture. But Mr. Harrison had no intention of lecturing. He turned to me, his gaze softened instantly. He called his personal secretary, who was waiting outside, to bring a black leather briefcase. I was still in my place, paralyzed in silence. My tears had already dried, replaced by a monumental shock. I knew my mother had savings, but I never imagined she was a tycoon. She had never told me. She had always taught me to be austere, to live with gratitude.
It turned out that was all her way of educating me so I wouldn’t be blinded by wealth. And now I understood why my mother always smiled patiently whenever Mark belittled her. She wasn’t weak. She was simply observing Mark’s theater with compassion. She was testing her son-in-law. And Mark had failed spectacularly. My heart ached thinking of my mother’s loneliness, keeping this secret to protect my marriage. Mr. Harrison’s secretary, a young man with glasses and an impeccable suit, entered the room with a steady pace. In his hands, he carried a very important looking black leather briefcase. He gave a respectful nod to Mr. Harrison and then to me.
It was the first time a stranger had shown me such difference in this house. Normally, Marks guests treated me like an invisible being or a free servant. The secretary placed the briefcase on the coffee table, which was dirty with the remnants of the party. The sound of the briefcase’s latch opening, a click, resonated sharply in the suffocating silence. Mark, who was collapsed on the floor, slightly raised his head. His eyes were fixed on the briefcase with a mixture of fear and greedy curiosity. Perhaps in some corner of his rotten heart, he still hoped for a small share. Mr. Harrison took out a large brown envelope sealed with red wax bearing the official logo of a notary.
He held the envelope carefully as if it were a precious relic. He explained to everyone present that his visit today was not actually to attend Mark’s stupid party, but to execute the last will of the late Mrs. Vance. Mr. Harrison recounted that a week before she passed away, Mrs. Vance had secretly called the notary and him to the hospital to draft this will. Mrs. Vance sensed her time was running out and wanted to ensure her only daughter’s future was secure, and she also wanted to pass her final judgment on her son-in-law. Mr. Harrison slowly broke the seal on the envelope. The sound of tearing paper was painful.
He pulled out several sheets of thick paper. Mark held his breath. You could see the tension in his neck. Jessica, trapped near the door, also pricked up her ears. Her materialistic nature made her curious about the amount of assets that would be mentioned. Mr. Harrison began to read the contents of the will in a loud, clear voice. The first point specified the list of Mrs. Vance’s assets, a list so long it would leave anyone who heard it speechless. From the majority stake in the parent company where Mark worked to several commercial buildings downtown, vast tracks of land on the outskirts, and huge cash deposits in various banks.
It was even revealed that this very house we lived in, the ownership of the land and the building, was entirely in Mrs. Vance’s name. Despite Mark always claiming to have remodeled it with his own effort. Upon hearing the list of assets, the expression on Mark’s face changed every second. Moving from astonishment to admiration and extreme regret, he clutched his head in frustration. He now realized he had been sleeping on a mountain of gold while treating the owner of that gold like trash. If only, if only he had been a little kinder to Mrs. Vance if he had truly cared for her. Perhaps now he would be enjoying all those luxuries.
Greed was evident in Mark’s eyes. He began to imagine the luxurious life that had slipped through his fingers. He looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping I could soften Mr. Harrison’s heart or change the contents of the will in his favor. But Mr. Harrison had not yet reached the most important part. He cleared his throat to refocus everyone’s attention. He read the crucial clause, the heart of the will. A special clause that Mrs. Vance had drafted herself with utmost care. Mr. Harrison read the sentence, “All my assets, stocks, real estate, and cash will be inherited in their entirety by my only daughter, Sarah. To my son-in-law, Mark, not a single cent will be allocated.
Unless, mister,” Harrison paused, making Mark’s heart pound with hope. There’s an unless there’s still hope, Mark thought. Mr. Harrison continued in an even colder tone. Unless it is proven that Mark has been a faithful husband who has respected and loved my daughter and me until the end of my days. But if it is proven that Mark has hurt my daughter’s heart, neglected me in my old age, or engaged in inappropriate behavior, this right of inheritance will be closed to him forever, and any financial access I might have provided him through the company will be immediately withdrawn. Mr. Harrison closed the document forcefully. A dry sound echoed.
He looked at Mark with a murderous glare. And today, Mr. Evans, before my own eyes and dozens of witnesses, you have proven that you do not meet that exception clause. You have done the exact opposite. You celebrated a party on your wife’s grief. You have insulted me and the deceased. Therefore, I hereby declare that Mrs. Vance’s will comes into full effect. You receive nothing, not a single cent.” Mark screamed. His scream was not of pain, but of rage and desperation. The scream of a loser who had lost everything. He tried to get up and lunge at the table to snatch the documents, shouting that it was unfair, that as a husband he was entitled to his wife’s assets.
But before he could touch the table, two burly bodyguards of Mr. Harrison instantly restrained him, twisting his arms behind his back, and Mark groaned in pain. Mark thrashed like a madman, cursing Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Vance, and even me. His mask had completely fallen. His violent and greedy nature was exposed to everyone. I looked at Mark with an empty gaze. The love I once had for him, a love I gave sincerely despite being hurt often, had now disappeared without a trace. Seeing him go crazy over an inheritance when my mother’s grave was still fresh, I realized he had never loved me. He only loved himself and the comfort I provided.
