Freddy and Hazel’s sibling relationship broke down when their parents’ will was read, revealing an unfair division of their properties. But after moving into the abandoned place, Freddy discovered a trap door leading to a hidden area that revealed why he was given that home. Freddy held on to his poker face like a trained professional.
He couldn’t show any kind of reaction to this moment, mainly because his future brother-in-law was gloating like the Cheshire cat beside Freddy’s sister, Hazel. “Mr. Schneider, but why did I get the main house?” Hazel interrupted the lawyer before he could finish reading their parents’ will.
Freddy saw her fiancé, Mark, tightening his hold on her knee. “Your parents knew that you deserved that house more, babe,” Mark said, smirking slightly. “Why does she deserve it more?” The question simply slipped out of Freddy’s lips.
He didn’t want to do this, but Mark’s attitude always got on his nerves. He had no idea what Hazel saw in him, especially because everyone else knew Mark was an opportunist. Mark rolled his eyes at Freddy’s question.
“Your parents met me. They know your sister, and I had plans to get married and have children. All you like is travel.
You never brought a girl home, so naturally, the big house should go to a potential family,” he shrugged, still triumphant. “Mark, that’s not fair,” Hazel began, but she was using her typical timid voice, which had only appeared when she started dating the loser. “It’s more than fair, babe,” Mark insisted, laughing breathlessly.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I mean, your parents agree, obviously. They did this.
Not me.”
Freddy remained quiet but didn’t have much of a poker face anymore. The lawyer took advantage of the awkward silence to finish reading. Once everything seemed to be done, Hazel raised her hand like a high-schooler.
“Yes, Hazel,” Mr. Schneider smiled at her. “Hmmm, maybe it would be better if we both sold those properties and divided the profits,” she suggested, her timidness giving way to more bravery.
Freddy was proud of that quiet strength. “You gotta be kidding me,” Mark huffed. “Are you really gonna go against your parents’ wishes?
And come on. In this economy, your brother could fix up that house and still get a killing selling it. It’s not a stupid handout.
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