Leah.
Arthur continued.
“Ordinarily, control would be distributed according to the beneficiary formula.”
Samuel frowned.
“Ordinarily?”
Arthur smiled.
“There is one final provision.”
I groaned.
“Of course there is.”
Several people laughed.
After everything we had survived, laughter felt almost rebellious.
Arthur unfolded a handwritten page.
“This provision was added by William Grant personally.”
My grandfather.
“He wrote: ‘Land divides families when money speaks louder than memory. Therefore no descendant shall personally inherit the land itself.’”
Samuel blinked.
“What?”
Arthur continued.
“The trust beneficiaries receive governance rights and income distributions, but the property may not be sold for individual enrichment without unanimous consent from every branch.”
Melissa stared.
“So Vance could never have forced a sale alone.”
“No.”
“Even with forged control?”
“He would have needed every branch.”
Samuel laughed.
“All those years.”
Rachel looked at him.
“He destroyed people chasing something he could never legally take.”
Arthur nodded.
“He
