"Just let it go. Think of it as paying for peace."
"Qingming Festival is in a few days. We'll be going back to pay respects. If things get too ugly, how am I supposed to face your grandfather?"
That was my father—a man who would rather suffer in silence than confront anyone.
But his constant yielding had only made my uncle's family push harder every time.
"Dad, I don't want your money."
"And please don't worry about this anymore. I know what I'm doing. I won't put you in an impossible position."
"Get some rest. Take care of yourself."
Before he could say another word, I forced myself to hang up.
I walked to the window and gazed out at the city lights glittering across the night. My resolve hardened with every breath.
You want to play dirty? Fine. Don't blame me for playing to win.
Those eight houses—I had originally planned to honor Grandpa's wishes and give half to my uncle's family.
After all, Grandpa's final wish was to see the brothers live in harmony.
But that was conditional—they had to deserve that bond.
Now it was clear: those eight replacement homes? They wouldn't see a single one.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a number I'd saved long ago—Tyler Lambert, Notary Attorney.