His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 664

“Don’t just shout names like that. We don’t have anyone named Rina in the Quinn family,” someone chided.

“That’s right! Wasn’t she given away for adoption?”

Just then, a middle-aged woman from the crowd walked up to Niamh, looking her up and down. “You can’t really be Katarina, can you?”

Niamh remained silent.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Outsiders aren’t welcome here. Legally, you have no ties to the Quinn family, so you have no right to be here for the reading of the will.”

The relatives began to whisper among themselves, some even pointing at Niamh.

With a faint smile, Niamh spoke with calm composure. “Legally speaking, apart from the spouse, parents, and children… no one else has the right to be here for the will either. That includes all of you. Unless, of course, Mr. Jameson’s lawyer specifically invited you?”

The middle-aged woman was struck dumb.

At that moment, Hayes emerged from the house. “Rina, you’re here…”

“Mr. Quinn, please call me Niamh.” Her detachment was palpable.

“Who does she think she is, putting on airs?”

“I don’t know why they called her here. Such bad luck.”

“Do you think she jinxed the old man to death?”

Niamh was summoned because Jameson's chief lawyer, Wade, had informed Hayes that her name was mentioned in the will. That news was even more shocking to her than the news of his death. Niamh had never imagined, nor could she believe, that Jameson would voluntarily leave her any inheritance.

But since Hayes had insisted, Niamh had come to see what it was all about. She had no expectations for the will and felt little grief for Jameson's death.

However… to say her heart was completely unmoved would be a lie. Deep down, the blood of the Quinn family still flowed in her veins. And the person who had cast the largest shadow over her life, directly shaping her destiny, was her own grandfather, Jameson Quinn.

Walking through the spacious, luxurious old estate, Niamh first saw Carlotta, then Ramona. Ramona’s eyes were swollen like peaches, a clear sign of genuine grief. With the adopted granddaughter as a point of comparison, it was no wonder others were calling her, the biological granddaughter, cold and heartless. Niamh shrugged and gave a cold smile.

Just then, the study door opened, and Wade peeked out.

“Minister Hayes, Mr. Felix Quinn, Mr. Hank Quinn, Miss Ramona Quinn, and Miss River… could you please come into the study?”