It was the first time a stranger had shown me such deference in this house. Normally, Mark’s guests treated me like an invisible being or a free servant. The secretary placed the briefcase on the coffee table, which was dirty with the remnants of the party. The sound of the briefcase’s latch opening, a click, resonated sharply in the suffocating silence. Mark, who was collapsed on the floor, slightly raised his head. His eyes were fixed on the briefcase with a mixture of fear and greedy curiosity. Perhaps in some corner of his rotten heart, he still hoped for a small share. Mr. Harrison took out a large brown envelope sealed with red wax bearing the official logo of a notary.

He held the envelope carefully as if it were a precious relic. He explained to everyone present that his visit today was not actually to attend Mark’s stupid party, but to execute the last will of the late Mrs. Vance. Mr. Harrison recounted that a week before she passed away, Mrs. Vance had secretly called the notary and him to the hospital to draft this will. Mrs. Vance sensed her time was running out and wanted to ensure her only daughter’s future was secure, and she also wanted to pass her final judgment on her son-in-law. Mr. Harrison slowly broke the seal on the envelope. The sound of tearing paper was painful.

He pulled out several sheets of thick paper. Mark held his breath. You could see the tension in his neck. Jessica, trapped near the door, also pricked up her ears. Her materialistic nature made her curious about the amount of assets that would be mentioned. Mr. Harrison began to read the contents of the will in a loud, clear voice. The first point specified the list of Mrs. Vance’s assets—a list so long it would leave anyone who heard it speechless. From the majority stake in the parent company where Mark worked to several commercial buildings downtown, vast tracts of land on the outskirts, and huge cash deposits in various banks.

It was even revealed that this very house we lived in, the ownership of the land and the building, was entirely in Mrs. Vance’s name. Despite Mark always claiming to have remodeled it with his own effort. Upon hearing the list of assets, the expression on Mark’s face changed every second. Moving from astonishment to admiration and extreme regret, he clutched his head in frustration. He now realized he had been sleeping on a mountain of gold while treating the owner of that gold like trash. If only—if only he had been a little kinder to Mrs. Vance, if he had truly cared for her. Perhaps now he would be enjoying all those luxuries.

Greed was evident in Mark’s eyes. He began to imagine the luxurious life that had slipped through his fingers. He looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping I could soften Mr. Harrison’s heart or change the contents of the will in his favor. But Mr. Harrison had not yet reached the most important part. He cleared his throat to refocus everyone’s attention. He read the crucial clause, the heart of the will. A special clause that Mrs. Vance had drafted herself with utmost care. Mr. Harrison read the sentence, “All my assets, stocks, real estate, and cash will be inherited in their entirety by my only daughter, Sarah. To my son-in-law, Mark, not a single cent will be allocated.

Unless,” Mr. Harrison paused, making Mark’s heart pound with hope. There’s an unless—there’s still hope, Mark thought. Mr. Harrison continued in an even colder tone. “Unless it is proven that Mark has been a faithful husband who has respected and loved my daughter and me until the end of my days. But if it is proven that Mark has hurt my daughter’s heart, neglected me in my old age, or engaged in inappropriate behavior, this right of inheritance will be closed to him forever, and any financial access I might have provided him through the company will be immediately withdrawn.” Mr. Harrison closed the document forcefully. A dry sound echoed.

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