Chapter 13 - The True Heir
Byron walked over to the head of the dining table—the massive carved oak chair where Bellamy had sat all evening, acting as if she owned the world.
Without saying a word, Byron pulled the chair back. He looked across the room at his mother.
"Mom," Byron said gently, his voice soft and filled with profound respect. "Please take your seat."
Lorna looked at her son, tears brimming in her eyes. "Byron... you didn't have to do all this on Christmas Eve."
"Yes, I did," Byron replied, stepping forward to gently take her hand, guiding her toward the head of the table. "For three years, I let you suffer because I was trying to gather enough evidence to ensure she could never touch a single penny of your estate. I waited until I had every document, every bank record, every video recording."
Lorna sat down at the head of the table, looking out at her family. The relatives began to applaud, softly at first, and then with growing warmth, filling the grand room with genuine love and celebration.
Byron snapped his fingers, signaling the head butler. "Please clear this tablecloth and bring out fresh coffee for my mother."
"Right away, Mr. Vance," the butler replied with a deep, respectful bow.
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As the staff efficiently moved to restore order to the dining room, Attorney Jenkins walked over to Byron, handing him a final set of papers.
👉 What final document remains to be signed to officially erase Bellamy from the family forever?
