Chapter 322: There's a Condition

Harrison kept his head down, his grip tight on the fork in his hand. He hadn’t called the lawyer and had only made a quick call to Frederick yesterday.

“The lawyer will be here in ten minutes,” Frederick spoke up, his voice calm.

“Frederick, you’re always so reliable. I knew I made the right choice with you. Don’t worry. The Prescott family will stand behind you, no matter what. You’ll have our full support.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly before turning to Claire. “Come here, Claire. I have something important to tell you. Sit next to me.”

“What’s going on, Grandma?” Claire asked, still completely in the dark.

She was utterly confused as she followed Elizabeth to the sofa and sat beside her.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Elizabeth said with a touch of mystery.

Moments later, the lawyer arrived. Robert and Margaret’s expressions grew darker, their unease palpable.

Chapter 322: There's a Condition

“Alright, everyone’s here. Let’s get started,” Elizabeth said, her tone serious. “I’ve lived a long life, and recently had stomach surgery. My heart’s not doing too well either. The truth is, I don’t have much time left. After a lot of thought, I’ve made a decision. While I’m still clear-headed, I want to make my will in front of all of you.”

“First, all my liquid assets and properties will go to Robert and Margaret. As for my shares in the Prescott Group, I hold 60%. I’ve decided to split it down the middle. Thirty percent will go to Harrison, and the other thirty percent to Claire.”

Elizabeth hadn’t finished speaking when Claire suddenly jumped to her feet, her face a mix of disbelief and shock. “What? Grandma, you’re giving me 30% of the shares?”

Harrison, Robert, and Margaret, who had already known about this decision since last night, didn’t look all that surprised. Frederick had also been informed by Harrison, but Claire was still completely in the dark.

“Yes,” Elizabeth nodded, unwavering.

“No, Grandma, I can’t accept this. Please, take it back. I’m not even truly a part of the Prescott family. We don’t have any blood relation. Grandma, you…”

“Claire,” Elizabeth interrupted, her tone firm and final. “You are my granddaughter. Blood or no blood, you are mine. I said this four years ago, and I stand by it now, just as I will until the day I die.”

Harrison, standing off to the side, couldn’t hold back a mocking laugh. “Hah, so easy to get 30% of our family shares. I’m sure you’re absolutely thrilled, pretending otherwise.”

“Harrison!” Elizabeth’s sharp voice cut through the air, silencing him instantly as she turned back to Claire and gently guided her back down to sit beside her.

“Claire, don’t be hasty. Let me finish what I have to say. If, after hearing everything, you still don’t want the shares, I’ll take them back.”

Her tone softened as she spoke, and for a moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease. Harrison, Robert, and Margaret all exhaled in quiet relief. But Frederick, as always, remained calm, his expression unreadable. He knew Elizabeth well. She wasn’t someone who made decisions lightly. Everything she did had a purpose behind it. She might have inherited the Prescott family legacy, but it was her strength and foresight that made them the powerhouse they were today.

“Alright, Grandma. Please, continue,” Claire said, finally managing to collect herself. She sat back down on the sofa, her mind racing.

“The 30% shares I’m giving Claire are different from Harrison’s. She will be a shareholder, but without voting rights, no decision-making power. She won’t be able to transfer the shares to anyone, and her children won’t inherit them. If anything happens to her, the shares will automatically go back to Harrison. I’ll have the lawyer draft another agreement for her to sign later. The only right she will have is my veto vote. She will have the right to participate in shareholder meetings and vote for the chairman.”

At this, Harrison, Robert, and Margaret finally let out a collective sigh of relief. The atmosphere in the room felt less tense.

Elizabeth then turned her gaze toward Frederick. “As for the 30% shares being transferred to Harrison, there’s a condition too. This condition depends on you, Frederick. If you agree to never marry Claire, I will transfer the shares to Harrison, and no matter the outcome of your presidential election, the Prescott family will support you unconditionally.”

“What?”