“Gerald reported to me last night.” I took a sip of the coffee Anna had prepared, then glanced at Jessy, who had stopped cutting the sausage across from me. Her lips twitched. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine.“What are you talking about, Dylan?” she asked, still pretending not to know.“Mom met with Gerald and Fredick last night, didn’t she?” I asked bluntly. “You want to revise the will and take that record, don’t you?”Jessy’s face immediately went pale. I tightened my grip on the fork as she hurriedly looked away.“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”“Stop acting, Mom. They reported everything to me.”Her knife and fork clattered onto the table. Jessy immediately stood up, her face flushed with anger.“Yes, I intended to revise the will.” Jessy placed both hands on the table. “Don’t worry, Dylan. I won’t reduce your share because you’re my own son. But Anna...” Her gaze shifted to Anna, who was standing behind my chair.“You can’t change it,” I cut in. “The will
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