Chapter 339: Showing Him the Will

A maid opened the mansion door. Seeing Cecilia's simple clothes, disdain flickered across her face.

“Are you Ms. Smith?”

“Yes. I’m looking for Paula and Magnus.”

The maid led them inside. As they approached the living room, she informed Cecilia, “Madam Paula is out for tea, but Mr. Magnus is at home.”

The formal address hinted at Paula and Magnus’s apparent prosperity.

In the living room, Magnus sat waiting, impeccably dressed in an expensive suit. A million-dollar Patek Philippe watch adorned his wrist; his cufflinks were worth hundreds of thousands. He was admiring a renowned painting.

Clearly, Magnus lacked artistic appreciation. He casually asked the delivery man, “How much is this painting worth?”

“Our boss spent a hundred million on it,” the eager man replied.

“One hundred million? Fine, I’ll take it. Tell your boss I’ll handle his backlog.”

“All right.”

The man swiftly departed. Magnus, radiating arrogance, tossed the painting to the maid. “Put this in the treasure vault,” he commanded, ignoring Cecilia.

Cecilia remained unfazed. She now understood the significance of everything—and the importance of the will in her possession.

Sven stood guard outside the living room. The housekeeper had already informed Magnus of their arrival. He finally turned to his sister, a mocking glint in his eyes.

“You’re not divorcing Nathaniel for that man, are you?”

Cecilia's divorce from Nathaniel was notorious; Magnus, naturally, knew. Like Paula, he considered her foolish, beyond redemption. How dare she dismiss the Rainsworth family?

Cecilia's response was cold and indifferent. “Withdraw the lawsuit immediately!”

Magnus recognized this resolve—the same steely determination she'd shown before attempting suicide.

He scoffed. “Why should I?”

Cecilia silently handed him their father's will. “This is the will Dad drafted behind your and Madam Paula’s backs.”

Magnus's initial surprise quickly turned to shock as he read it. Their father had bequeathed all his businesses to Cecilia. The will bore his father’s signature, official seal, and thumbprint.

Wordlessly, Magnus tore the will to shreds. “How could this be? How could our father leave everything to you, a deaf person?”

“That’s just a photocopy. If you enjoy shredding documents, I have more,” she retorted, producing several copies and tossing them before him.

Magnus, his childhood rebelliousness surfacing, grabbed Cecilia by the neck. “You bitch!”

Cecilia remained calm. Since returning to the Smith family, Magnus had never treated her like a sister. Paula had always deemed her a burden, a cripple, unworthy of family. As a child, Paula had allowed Magnus to hit Cecilia with impunity, fostering his violent nature.

“I suddenly regret it now,” Cecilia confessed, her voice strained.

Magnus smirked. “Good to know you regret threatening me. I could beat you senseless, just like when we were kids.”

“I regret not bringing out the will sooner,” Cecilia corrected.

Magnus’s rage ignited; his hand rose to strike her. But Sven intervened, hoisting Magnus into the air and kicking him from the living room, a spray of blood following him.