Clarisse still loved them. The time for her to fulfill that love is now, I want to see how far Ms. Clarisse’s love will go.
Mr. Müller cleared his throat.
“To my children: Ana, Troy, and Ben. If you are reading this, I have joined your father Austin. Through a video recording, you will be informed of the details of your inheritance. Please listen carefully, for these are my last words to you.”
Mr. Müller nodded at the other lawyers who brought the visual video. Mr. Müller sat beside the desk and took off his glasses. When the visual video projected a familiar face, my heart began to tear apart, it’s Ms. Clarisse. She looks tired, staring blankly at the camera. Then she opened her mouth and took a short breath, and started to speak.
“I am happy to finally be given a chance to say what is in my heart. I waited for a long time to be given this opportunity.”
Ms. Clarisse closed her eyes, and opened them. She smiled at us and began.
“To my children, Troy, Ana, and Ben. Let me first declare this. Your neglect has hurt me a great deal, I went to Gilia holding on to those promises you made. For too long I have begged for your time, I left you all messages year after year—not once seeing you or my grandchildren. I shouldn’t work so hard to convince you to visit me, but through these years, you made it so. I’m glad Austin is not here to see how you discarded me. My years in Gilia I spent alone, without the comfort, and warmth of the family your father worked so hard for. There is much I wanted to tell you, much I wanted you to know. While there is a time and place for everything, my time is now spent. Thank you for listening to this old woman’s rambling.
Now let’s begin the purpose of this meeting shall we? The first portion of the inheritance that you three shall receive—”
Ms. Clarisse coughed. Her eyes watered up as she tried to control her itching throat. I almost stood up from my seat to assist her, realizing she’s no longer here. The image of Ms. Clarisse reached for a glass of water and drank it to calm her nerves. Even with her makeup on, her ill health is visible on visual video. The suspension irritated Troy, he folded his arms and watched his mother in fury.
When Ms. Clarisse relaxed, she apologized for the interruption.
“Hurry up and tell us!” yelled Ben from the dark.
Ms. Clarisse scratched her head and looked up at the ceiling, searching in her old mind. She lost her train of thought and openly asked herself what she was talking about. Her hands finally clasped together.
“Now I remember—silly old me! About your inheritance…you will all receive absolutely nothing.”
Ms. Clarisse let her words sink by silently staring at the camcorder, implying to us that this is no joke. Then she proceeded to speak.
“The company, money, land, stock market, all properties will not pass to any of our grandchildren much less your spouses. That inheritance you value so much—will no longer be in your control. If so, you’re probably wondering where the Mable fortune has gone. I know you’re desperate to know because money and property are the reasons why you’re even in attendance. You’re not here to see my face, nor are you interested in listening to what I had to say. But fear not my children.
You no longer have the right or responsibility to affiliate yourself with the company and assets of the Mable family. You may keep the money in your personal accounts, but you are hereby locked from all accounts within the States and out. The family trust funds has been transferred, changed, and is no longer accessible by you. I took it upon myself to donate my valuable belongings and some land to so many numerous non-profit organizations, that I lost count to name. Our family heirlooms went to museums, they were grateful and honored to take them.
Now let’s return to that question. What will become of the company and Mable fortune? The company, properties, and contracts has been
Mr. Müller cleared his throat.
“To my children: Ana, Troy, and Ben. If you are reading this, I have joined your father Austin. Through a video recording, you will be informed of the details of your inheritance. Please listen carefully, for these are my last words to you.”
Mr. Müller nodded at the other lawyers who brought the visual video. Mr. Müller sat beside the desk and took off his glasses. When the visual video projected a familiar face, my heart began to tear apart, it’s Ms. Clarisse. She looks tired, staring blankly at the camera. Then she opened her mouth and took a short breath, and started to speak.
“I am happy to finally be given a chance to say what is in my heart. I waited for a long time to be given this opportunity.”
Ms. Clarisse closed her eyes, and opened them. She smiled at us and began.
“To my children, Troy, Ana, and Ben. Let me first declare this. Your neglect has hurt me a great deal, I went to Gilia holding on to those promises you made. For too long I have begged for your time, I left you all messages year after year—not once seeing you or my grandchildren. I shouldn’t work so hard to convince you to visit me, but through these years, you made it so. I’m glad Austin is not here to see how you discarded me. My years in Gilia I spent alone, without the comfort, and warmth of the family your father worked so hard for. There is much I wanted to tell you, much I wanted you to know. While there is a time and place for everything, my time is now spent. Thank you for listening to this old woman’s rambling.
Now let’s begin the purpose of this meeting shall we? The first portion of the inheritance that you three shall receive—”
Ms. Clarisse coughed. Her eyes watered up as she tried to control her itching throat. I almost stood up from my seat to assist her, realizing she’s no longer here. The image of Ms. Clarisse reached for a glass of water and drank it to calm her nerves. Even with her makeup on, her ill health is visible on visual video. The suspension irritated Troy, he folded his arms and watched his mother in fury.
When Ms. Clarisse relaxed, she apologized for the interruption.
“Hurry up and tell us!” yelled Ben from the dark.
Ms. Clarisse scratched her head and looked up at the ceiling, searching in her old mind. She lost her train of thought and openly asked herself what she was talking about. Her hands finally clasped together.
“Now I remember—silly old me! About your inheritance…you will all receive absolutely nothing.”
Ms. Clarisse let her words sink by silently staring at the camcorder, implying to us that this is no joke. Then she proceeded to speak.
“The company, money, land, stock market, all properties will not pass to any of our grandchildren much less your spouses. That inheritance you value so much—will no longer be in your control. If so, you’re probably wondering where the Mable fortune has gone. I know you’re desperate to know because money and property are the reasons why you’re even in attendance. You’re not here to see my face, nor are you interested in listening to what I had to say. But fear not my children.
You no longer have the right or responsibility to affiliate yourself with the company and assets of the Mable family. You may keep the money in your personal accounts, but you are hereby locked from all accounts within the States and out. The family trust funds has been transferred, changed, and is no longer accessible by you. I took it upon myself to donate my valuable belongings and some land to so many numerous non-profit organizations, that I lost count to name. Our family heirlooms went to museums, they were grateful and honored to take them.
Now let’s return to that question. What will become of the company and Mable fortune? The company, properties, and contracts has been
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