No wonder Brisa didn''t want to give him anything. He didn''t show up for the funeral, but he''s here to im his share of the inheritance. "Hey there." Rosalynn ignored Paul''s outstretched hand and coolly replied with a nod, "Is everyone here? Has thewyer you hired arrived?" "Right here!" Paul gestured to a group standing nearby.


    "Alright then, let''s get this started," Rosalynn said as she took her seat. "Brisa loved to see the family happy and united. My husband was practically raised by Brisa, and to honor thest bit of her wishes, I''m going to y the peacemaker today. Let''s all keep calm and settle this without a fuss, in a way that won''t have Brisa turning in her grave."


    The Davis n exchanged a mix of looks.


    "Before we go over the will, let''s clear up what went missing from great-grandma''s house," Paul started. "We all have an idea of what she owned, and now it seems that several valuable items have vanished..."d1


    "Felix." Rosalynn interrupted before Paul could continue his insinuations.


    At her call, Felix wheeled in arge t-screen TV.


    "Now, I''m going to show everyone the charitable donations Brisa Davis made over the past two decades, as well as the legal documents to prove it."


    "Donations?"


    "When did this happen? Howe we didn''t know?"


    Whispers and murmurs erupted among the Davis n.


    Rosalynn acted as if she heard none of it, idly ying with her daughter''s hand.


    Soon, the high-definition screen disyed Brisa''s earliest donation record, which dated back before Jameson was even born.


    The donation was a pair of diamond earrings, originally discarded by Natalie who then passed them on to Brisa.


    Feeling they were too fancy for her, and having seen an ad for a charity supporting girls'' education, Brisa had generously donated the earrings.


    That act had started Brisa on her path of phnthropy.


    "This can''t be true! Jameson, did you forge these? Just because you get away with things doesn''t mean you can deceive Mrs. Silverman''s trust," Paul suddenly shouted. Had it not been for Rosalynn''s bodyguards, he might have charged forward in anger.


    Jameson, no longer silent and shrinking like the day before, retorted, "Brother, I had no idea that great-grandma was donating to charity. Stop making false usations!"


    "Mrs. Silverman, don''t be fooled by Jameson; he''s as sly as theye. These documents must be fake! With so many of us grandchildren, why would she give her belongings away? She surely would''ve wanted to leave them to us!"


    "You''re mistaken," Rosalynn replied, her gaze icy. "These records weren''t provided by Jameson; I had them investigated. Since your family ims items are missing, it''s only natural we trace where they ended up, right?"


    "You had them checked?" Paul was taken back.


    "The information came from official institutions, and the legal documents have reference numbers. You can verify them anytime," Rosalynn said, looking at thewyer Paul brought. "You know how to proceed, don''t you?"


    Rosalynn''s tone was gentle, her words devoid of intimidation.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Yet, for some reason, they felt oppressed by her presence, unable to look her in the eye.


    "We know how..."


    "Good," Rosalynn continued, turning back to Paul. "You mentioned that Brisa had so many children to look after; I''m also curious why she chose to donate her belongings."


    Paul''s face darkened.


    "Mrs. Silverman, this is our family business. Aren''t you overstepping a bit?" he challenged.


    Rosalynn''s lips curled into a smile. "What to do? I''ve decided to see this matter through today. Brisa adored Jameson, and I will not stand by and let him be bullied after her passing."


    Paul''s mouth twitched.


    Felix stood by Rosalynn''s side, his eyes like daggers, fixed on Paul.


    Paul''s mother, Helena, quickly stepped forward to pull her son away.