I felt my pulse quicken.
Because suddenly I understood.
This wasn’t about inheritance.
Not really.
It never had been.
The investor handed me a second envelope.
Much thicker than the first.
The paper felt heavy in my hands.
Expensive.
Important.
I broke the seal.
Inside was a letter written in Grandpa’s unmistakable handwriting.
My dear Jade,
If you are reading this, then I am gone, and your family is probably arguing over numbers.
That thought makes me smile.
Because they always believed wealth was the reward.
