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children ensued from that or any of her prior marriages. When her father, your grandfather, Harold Bentley, was notified of his daughter's death, he changed his will to make you his sole beneficiary."
Josh shook his head in disbelief. "I had a grandfather who knew of me, yet he left me in foster care?"
Mr. Mitchim nodded. "Apparently, yes. Mr. Grayson, I did not know Mr. Bentley, as he was my father's client. He was one of many I inherited after my father passed away three years ago. I only met Mr. Bentley once. At that meeting, he was… well either cantankerous, or he was exhibiting symptoms of senility. Harold Bentley died six weeks ago and I have been executing his will since then. I have spent most of my time locating and investigating you to verify if you were indeed the correct heir to his estate. This broken foot, unfortunately, delayed me last week."
"You were investigating me," Josh repeated. "That's why you know of the litigation. A stranger to me, who always knew I existed, has left me an inheritance. Yet, he did not have the decency to meet me, or to step forward and help when I was a child. What kind of a person does this?"
"Please, don't shoot the messenger," Mr. Mitchim said. He pulled a folder out of his briefcase. There are at least forty flags on these documents all requiring your signature. After you sign them, I will file the papers, and you will become the sole heir of the Bentley estate. There were originally two beneficiaries. He had bequeathed a generous sum to his housekeeper, but she died two months prior to him. Officials then placed Mr. Bentley in a long-term care facility where he soon died. He was only seventy-one years old, but I understand he had been dealing with heart problems for many years."
Josh looked at the folder but did not open it. "My mother's father left me something? What?"
* * *
After Josh had closed the front door on the attorney, he took the folder upstairs to his office. He immediately walked back downstairs, realizing he had left Emmie behind. He brought her upstairs with him. He opened the folder, closed it, and opened it again. He finally slid it into his desk drawer and slumped down into his chair.
Emmie came over, caught his face between her hands, and looked him squarely in the eyes. Her eyes were intense and Josh realized he was frightening her.
"I'm all right, baby girl. Daddy is okay," he smiled to prove his point. She nodded and went to play with one of Adam's toys he had left on the sofa.
Josh picked up his phone and selected #3 on his favorite contacts.
"Tyrell Grayson!"
"Tyrell," Josh said. "I need to see you."
"I'm coming your way tomorrow," Tyrell said.
"I need to see you tonight," Josh exclaimed.
"What's wrong, bro," Tyrell's voice changed from taunting older brother to concerned big brother in a fraction of a second. "What is it? Has there been an accident?"
"No, but it is important, very important. We are not hurt or anything, but I need…"
"I'm on my way," Tyrell interrupted and the call disconnected in Josh's ear.
* * *
"Tyrell is coming by this evening," Josh said over dinner.
"Violet and the boys, too?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"I'll make some cookies for the boys just in case. Does that mean he has come to some kind of a settlement?"
"He hasn't said yet," Josh hedged.
Tyrell did bring his family, his wife Violet and his two sons, James, and Dillon. The boys, aged four and six, played well with Emmie, so the women sent the children off to the playroom. Violet took Adam in her lap for what she called her 'baby fix,' which made Jenny smile, but made Tyrell frown with concern.
Josh and Tyrell went to the office where Josh closed the door.
"Well, what is wrong?" Tyrell demanded. "Whatever it is you haven't told Jenny about it."
"No, I haven't," Josh said unlocking his desk drawer and handing the thick folder to his brother.
Tyrell sat down at his brother's desk and perused the sheaf of documents from
Josh shook his head in disbelief. "I had a grandfather who knew of me, yet he left me in foster care?"
Mr. Mitchim nodded. "Apparently, yes. Mr. Grayson, I did not know Mr. Bentley, as he was my father's client. He was one of many I inherited after my father passed away three years ago. I only met Mr. Bentley once. At that meeting, he was… well either cantankerous, or he was exhibiting symptoms of senility. Harold Bentley died six weeks ago and I have been executing his will since then. I have spent most of my time locating and investigating you to verify if you were indeed the correct heir to his estate. This broken foot, unfortunately, delayed me last week."
"You were investigating me," Josh repeated. "That's why you know of the litigation. A stranger to me, who always knew I existed, has left me an inheritance. Yet, he did not have the decency to meet me, or to step forward and help when I was a child. What kind of a person does this?"
"Please, don't shoot the messenger," Mr. Mitchim said. He pulled a folder out of his briefcase. There are at least forty flags on these documents all requiring your signature. After you sign them, I will file the papers, and you will become the sole heir of the Bentley estate. There were originally two beneficiaries. He had bequeathed a generous sum to his housekeeper, but she died two months prior to him. Officials then placed Mr. Bentley in a long-term care facility where he soon died. He was only seventy-one years old, but I understand he had been dealing with heart problems for many years."
Josh looked at the folder but did not open it. "My mother's father left me something? What?"
* * *
After Josh had closed the front door on the attorney, he took the folder upstairs to his office. He immediately walked back downstairs, realizing he had left Emmie behind. He brought her upstairs with him. He opened the folder, closed it, and opened it again. He finally slid it into his desk drawer and slumped down into his chair.
Emmie came over, caught his face between her hands, and looked him squarely in the eyes. Her eyes were intense and Josh realized he was frightening her.
"I'm all right, baby girl. Daddy is okay," he smiled to prove his point. She nodded and went to play with one of Adam's toys he had left on the sofa.
Josh picked up his phone and selected #3 on his favorite contacts.
"Tyrell Grayson!"
"Tyrell," Josh said. "I need to see you."
"I'm coming your way tomorrow," Tyrell said.
"I need to see you tonight," Josh exclaimed.
"What's wrong, bro," Tyrell's voice changed from taunting older brother to concerned big brother in a fraction of a second. "What is it? Has there been an accident?"
"No, but it is important, very important. We are not hurt or anything, but I need…"
"I'm on my way," Tyrell interrupted and the call disconnected in Josh's ear.
* * *
"Tyrell is coming by this evening," Josh said over dinner.
"Violet and the boys, too?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"I'll make some cookies for the boys just in case. Does that mean he has come to some kind of a settlement?"
"He hasn't said yet," Josh hedged.
Tyrell did bring his family, his wife Violet and his two sons, James, and Dillon. The boys, aged four and six, played well with Emmie, so the women sent the children off to the playroom. Violet took Adam in her lap for what she called her 'baby fix,' which made Jenny smile, but made Tyrell frown with concern.
Josh and Tyrell went to the office where Josh closed the door.
"Well, what is wrong?" Tyrell demanded. "Whatever it is you haven't told Jenny about it."
"No, I haven't," Josh said unlocking his desk drawer and handing the thick folder to his brother.
Tyrell sat down at his brother's desk and perused the sheaf of documents from
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