Chapter 6

The smile froze on Mary’s face. Then, she scowled.

She no longer tried to appear elegant and somber. She yelled, “Damn it! Who are you to decide what it is? I bet you’re trying to take my father’s inheritance for yourself!”

The bodyguards held Mary back. Mr. Scott stood there unaffected.

“Next.”

Ted pushed my father’s shoulder and said, “Peter, what do you think is the most precious thing to our dad?”

My father was just about to answer when my mother stopped him.

“Is that any of your business?”

Ted rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself. We found it anyway!”

After that, he took out a car key from his pocket.

“This is what my father cherished the most when he was alive.”

The car key was very old. It was not a Rolls-Royce or a Maybach. It was the key to an old van.

Ted said, “This was my father’s first car. In the past, he drove this van to deliver goods out of state.

“He ran into a landslide on the way there, and the van was destroyed. However, it still managed to drive my father out to a safe place.

“No matter how poor we were, my father had never sold this van off. He said he wanted to take care of this van forever.

“It had been decades, and this van was still in our garage. It was even cleaned and maintained.

“He was worried that the van would no longer function, so he occasionally assigned someone to drive it to keep it working. He treated this van better than he treated his sons!”

It seemed like the private investigator that Ted hired was good. He had managed to dig out an old, emotional story.

I looked at Ronald and saw his fingers move.

Could it really be the van?

My parents were anxious. Everyone stared at Mr. Scott.

Mr. Scott glanced at the car key and said slowly, “Unfortunately, that isn’t the item that Mr. Anderson cherished the most.”

Ted was flustered. He launched himself at Mr. Scott and cried, “How is it possible? My private investigator told me this was it!

“Mr. Scott, if I get the inheritance, I can give you half of it. Please, I beg you! If I don’t get that inheritance, I’ll die!”

Mr. Scott rejected his request coldly.

Then, it was our turn.

Everyone was staring at the three of us mockingly.

If we did not manage to present the right item, the billion-dollar fortune would be donated to charity!

My father took a deep breath. His trembling hand reached into his pocket.

Could it truly be the engagement ring?

I looked at my father and then at Ronald. I felt something was wrong.

What would be Ronald’s most cherished item?

He wanted us to find it so badly that he was willing to fake his death.

I shuddered as I realized something.

I held my father’s hand to stop him. “Dad, don’t! I know what matters to Grandpa.”