'Shut up and listen,' Roger said. 'We'll talk later.'
'Start the damned thing again,' Bryce snapped. 'I didn't hear a word, thanks to my brothers' yapping.'
And the fighting started all over again.
Kate didn't know how much more of this she could take. 'Oh, my,' she whispered.
Dylan heard her. He draped his arm protectively across the back of her chair and leaned down to whisper, 'Do you want to leave?'
Oh, yes, she certainly did. But she also wanted those photos, and she wanted to know why she and her sisters had been invited to this freak show.
'I have to see this,' she whispered back.
Anderson got them to quiet down, and the DVD began to play again. The brothers kept quiet until their uncle gave a history of the family. One of them groaned then.
Rate was fascinated to hear about her father's ancestors, and she listened intently. But then he brought up her mother. In a heartbeat Kate's attitude went from curiosity to outrage. The old man's words, said so callously, reverberated in her mind. No better than a street beggar. The insults didn't stop there. His contempt for her mother was apparent in everything he said about her.
Did the uncle want Kate to see this so he could slander her mother? Was that his purpose for summoning her here?
She stiffened when he talked about her sisters and was shocked to hear that he had someone checking up on all of them. She couldn't believe the audacity of the man. The comment that stunned Kate the most, however, was his assessment of her. She heard his remark that she was the most like him. Dear God, how could he think such a thing? And he was smiling when he said it, as though he thought it a wonderful distinction to be his spitting image.
Kate didn't think she could be more stunned than she already was. There simply couldn't be anymore surprises, could there?
Obviously there could.
'The bulk of my estate… eighty million dollars… will go to Kate MacKenna…'
No, no, that couldn't be right. She started to stand and fell back. The disk dropped off her lap. She couldn't hear the rest of the video, and she was oblivious to the bedlam going on around her. She sat there paralyzed… and sickened.
No better than a street beggar. How dare he say such a thing about her mother.
She shook her head. 'No,' she said. 'No.'
They turned on her like a pack of rabid animals. She didn't realize how dangerous the situation had become. Dylan certainly did. He stood and quickly moved in front of her.
Bryce was blubbering and cursing; Roger was screaming and crying, but Ewan was the real threat now. His face was contorted with rage. He came out of his chair like a crazed bull on steroids, and he was completely controlled by his temper as he charged at Kate.
'How did you do it? How did you get that demented old man to change his will?' He tried to push Dylan aside, and when Dylan wouldn't budge, he screamed, 'Get out of my way.'
Dylan responded quietly. 'Go sit down.'
Ewan tried to throw a punch at him, but Dylan knocked his fist away and said, 'I don't want to do this. I've got my nice suit on, and I'm in this nice office with my girlfriend. I don't want to get into a fistfight.'
'You think you can take me?'
He was behaving like a sixteen-year-old bully, and Dylan was not amused. 'You're going to sit down, one way or another.'
With a roar, Ewan took a wild swing. Dylan dodged the hand, but he was through being nice. When Ewan tried again, Dylan gave a right jab to his midsection. As the man was going down, Dylan shoved him toward the sofa, and Roger got out of the way so Ewan could land on the cushion next to him.
Dylan smiled. 'Okay. Now he's sitting down.'
'Call the police, Anderson,' Ewan gasped. 'Have this man arrested for assault. Call nine-one-one. I'm pressing charges. Why aren't you calling? I want the police here now.'
'Did I forget to properly introduce Detective Buchanan? If you'd like to see his badge, I'm sure he'll be happy to show it to you.'
It was apparent Anderson was having a high old time watching his client's nephews get their just reward. He looked positively overjoyed.
Vanessa hadn't said a word until now. 'I cannot believe it. Eighty million?'
'Are you all right, my dear?' Anderson asked.
Ewan turned to her. 'Maybe whoever is screwing you now won't think you're so hot after this. All you get is a house and a measly hundred grand.'
'I love that house, and Compton knew it. I'm thrilled he gave it to me.'
Bryce was sneering at her. 'You're awfully smug.'
'Why shouldn't I be smug? You treated him shamefully. All of you did.'
'Forget her,' Roger shouted. 'What the hell are we going to do?'
'We'll sue,' Bryce said. 'We'll contest it.'
'That could take years,' Ewan answered.
Roger was desperate when he said, 'I can't wait. I have to get my hands on that money now.'
The room erupted in chaos as each brother shouted over the next.
The noise faded into a dull roar inside Kate's head as her thoughts spun in circles and the words echoed. Eighty million… eighty million… eighty million. She could save her company. Isabel's tuition could be paid. They could keep the house, and all her problems would be solved. This was the answer to her prayers, wasn't it?
She picked up her purse and stood.
'I don't want it,' she said to Anderson. The room suddenly fell quiet.
'I can understand your shock, Kate,' Anderson replied. He walked over to his desk and placed his hand on a thick binder. 'I'm sure you're beginning to see that your great uncle Compton was a meticulous planner. He arranged the transfer of the estate down to the smallest detail.' He patted the binder. 'This is a summation compiled by his accounting firm. You are to take it with you today so that you can familiarize yourself with the cash holdings and other assets. He wanted you to understand and appreciate what he accomplished in his life. Tomorrow at three p.m. you are to return here for a meeting with his financial advisors. At that time they will answer any questions you might have and offer you their services to make the transition as smooth as possible.'
'But you don't understand,' she insisted. 'I don't want it. Any of it.'
'Give this some time to sink in,' Anderson cautioned. 'You don't want to make any rash decisions.'
'You heard her,' Roger argued. 'She said she doesn't want it.'
Ewan rushed forward. 'What happens if she won't take it?'
Anderson was reluctant to answer. 'Your uncle was adamant that the estate go to Kate and he was quite confident that she would accept. He did not name a succeeding heir.'
'That means if she refuses to take it, then it will go to our uncle's next of kin, right?'
Anderson didn't respond. He turned to Kate instead. 'You have until tomorrow to think about this. Please take the binder and look it over. We'll discuss it then.'
'That won't be necessary,' Kate answered calmly. 'I will not accept the inheritance. I want nothing from that man.'
Dylan had been standing beside her in case one of the brothers got too close, but she was the one in charge now. She was not about to let them intimidate her, and that impressed the hell out of him.
Vanessa started walking toward the door. She stopped when she reached Kate and said, 'He wanted you to have it. I think it would be wise for you to consider this before you give it away.' She smiled then and whispered, 'Good luck.'
'Why aren't you moving, Anderson?' Ewan yelled. 'Draw up the papers for her to refuse the money.'
The attorney shook his head. 'I cannot do that. It is my responsibility to carry out your uncle's wishes to the best of my ability.' He picked up the binder and looked at Kate. 'I cannot force you to accept the inheritance, but I strongly urge you to at least look at these records so that you can make an informed decision.'
'Put the records down, Anderson. She doesn't want them.'
