Chapter 328

Just then, Yvette came back with a pen. Sasha took it and pulled out the will she had prepared long ago.

“Jim, the secretary said that there’s a document here that needs your signature. It’s very urgent, and the company can only release the funds with your signature.”

Jim coughed, then said weakly, “Give…give it to me.”

Sasha handed him the contract and flipped it right to the last page for Jim.

Jim was about to sign it when he sensed that something was wrong. He paused for a moment before flinging the paper away.

“How…how dare you trick me! This isn’t a company document, it’s a will! You want me to sign it so you’ll get your hands on my assets!”

Yvette’s face paled. She didn’t expect Jim to be so clear-headed despite his condition.

Sasha decided to cut to the chase with him. “You don’t have much time left, and you don’t have a choice. You’ll have to sign the will eventually, even if not today. Why do you still care about Rachel when she’s no longer around? Why don’t you care more for me, my son, and Yvette?”

Jim’s face turned purple with rage. “I…I did give you your share. Why are you doing this? Even if Rachel doesn’t come back, I’m giving Rachel her share!”

“I think you’ve really gone mad! Rachel has disappeared and probably died long ago. How could you leave money in the hands of a corpse?!” Sasha roared.

She was beginning to suspect that there was something mentally wrong with Jim and that he had turned foolish. Ever since Rachel’s disappearance, he had been drinking himself into a stupor.

Every single day, he mumbled sorrowful apologies to Melanie.

Sasha just couldn’t understand. Rachel wasn’t his daughter by blood. Even though he had raised her over the years, was she really worth him becoming like this?

Jim struggled to speak with all his might.

“That…that’s not something you need to concern yourself with. The money belongs to the family. It’s not your place to call the shots on where the money goes. Whatever it is, I’ve written my will a long time ago. I don’t care if you two don’t like it.”

With that, Jim collapsed on the bed, all out of energy.

Sasha shed all pretense of cordiality.

“Since you’re hellbent on giving the money to that wench, don’t blame me for forsaking our decades of marriage!” she snarled.

She turned around and yelled at Yvette, who was standing there in a daze, “What are you doing just standing there? Hold your father up and make him sign it!”

Yvette stepped forward to hold Jim up, but he glared furiously at her. “Yvette, are you really going to be unfilial and go against me?”

Yvette was hesitant. She had never done something like this and was shaking with fear.

“Dad… I… I have no choice, either. You’re the one who decided to give Rachel everything. She’s dead, so why do you even care about her?”

Jim gripped the sheets tightly, refusing to sign the will. Veins popped on his forehead, and his chest heaved. “You…you unfilial brat! Had…had I known you’d become like this, I’d never have allowed you back!”

His words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, erasing all of Yvette’s hesitation and driving all her anger and indignation over the years to the surface.

Her pitch went up a notch as her voice pierced through the air in the ward.

“Since you see Rachel as your only daughter, there’s no point in showing you mercy! Dad, you’re advanced in years. Don’t bother yourself with all these. Just give it to us!”

Yvette grabbed Jim’s hand, forcing him to hold the pen while Sasha put the will on the table.

Together, they pressed Jim’s hand down on the last page.

“Stop!”

A woman’s cold, hard voice sounded at the door.