"Alright, alright." Grace felt very content. "I’ve got to tell you a little secret. Come closer."
Maybe she was worried about eavesdroppers.
Grace waited until she leaned in closer, then whispered, "I’ve already left my will in the vault. If something happens to me, all my shares, savings, house, and car are all yours."
"Granny, I can’t accept this." Rosemary started to refuse.
Grace waved her hand, signaling her to stop talking, and whispered, "Hear me out. Attlee is too easily influenced; he always listens to Olga, and Olga doesn’t like you. They can’t do business for nuts; if they
get their hands on my assets, they’ll blow it all."
That was indeed true. Attlee and Olga were awful at business.
"But you have the knack, so I’m willing to leave everything to you. Plus, all these years, I’ve considered you my own granddaughter. No matter whose kid you are, you’ll always be my favorite and most
promising granddaughter!"
Hearing this, Rosemary felt a lump in her throat.
"Let me add, Olga and the others always pick on you, so when you get the shares, either cash it in or straight up kick them out of the company. Don’t let them squander the Harris family’s wealth. In short,
don’t let them walk all over you!"
Rosemary couldn’t believe Grace had even thought of strategies for her, she felt more affected. "But that’s yours; that belongs to the Harris family; I can’t take it." "You won’t take it? Then I’d rather donate
it than give it to them."
Rosemary fell silent again, knowing how much Attlee and Olga’s actions had hurt Grace over the years!
Grace would never leave her estate to them.
She said all this with a loving smile on her face: "I wonder which lucky lad will end up marrying my wonderful granddaughter."
Rosemary suddenly remembered something and took a gift box, out of her bag, saying, "Oh yeah, your birthday is coming up in a couple of days. Happy early birthday."
Grace was thrilled. She didn’t think Rosemary would remember her birthday.
She opened the box to find a beautiful flower ornament. Theiflower, made of premium gemstones, looked so lifelike that it was a feast for the eyes. At the end of the stem, a gentle touch would play
music.
She took one look and quickly said, "This must’ve cost a fortune; it’s too extravagant."
"Not too expensive."
In truth, it was a birthday gift from Grandpa Alberto, but Rosemary, didn’t say it, she only said, "Touch here, and it’ll play music."
Grace was overjoyed: "Now when I’m bored, I can listen to some melodies."
I was a custom ornament with hundreds of uplifting piano songs.
"There are two more gifts." These two were actually from Rosemary.
Grace was surprised and delighted. "More?"
"This is a senior–friendly phone." Rosemary had set it up for her; the apps were straightforward and easy
to use, "Tap here to contact me."
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