Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 840

With trembling hands, Old Mrs. Whelan pulled a folded document from beneath her blanket.

"Daniel, this is my will. I am placing it directly into your hands."

Daniel took the paper and scanned it. She had left the entire core of the Whelan Group to him.

Half of her personal fortune was left specifically to Elena. The scraps—minor subsidiaries and properties—were divided between the Second and Third Branches.

"Mom, is this... a mistake?" Daniel asked hesitantly. "My brothers are barely getting anything."

"It's no mistake. I know exactly what I'm doing. I owe you and Elena a massive debt, so it is only right you get the most. Your brothers are completely incompetent. Give them the empire, and they'll bankrupt it in a year. Daniel, please, look at your dying mother's sincere remorse... and forgive me," she pleaded, her voice shaking.

Daniel let out a heavy sigh. "I forgive you, Mom."

"Good. Good. I am placing all my hopes on you, Daniel. Don't let me down. When I'm gone, this family is yours to lead. The Whelan legacy rests entirely on your shoulders!"

"Mom... please don't speak like that."

"Promise me! Promise your mother!"

"I promise. Just please, try to stay calm," Daniel relented, his heart heavy.

"Alright. Bring your brothers in. I need to make my final arrangements. If I don't settle this now, I'll never find peace."

A moment later, the Second and Third Branches flooded back into the room.

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

They feigned deep concern, though their eyes darted greedily around the room, searching for a will.

Old Mrs. Whelan looked at them one last time. She closed her eyes, and a single tear slipped down her cheek.

"Mom, what do you mean, 'head of the family'?" the second brother demanded.

"Yeah, Mom, explain yourself," the third brother echoed defensively.

Smack!

With a sudden, violent surge of adrenaline, Old Mrs. Whelan slammed her hand against the metal nightstand.

Everyone jumped.

Wasn't she supposed to be dying? She suddenly had the terrifying aura of the ruthless matriarch she had been in her prime.

Standing quietly in the corner, Elena observed the scene with cold detachment. She knew exactly what this was—terminal lucidity. A final surge of energy before the body gave out.

"Shut your mouths, both of you!" Old Mrs. Whelan barked. "He is your eldest brother. When I am gone, you will listen to him. You will defer to him in all matters, and you will not defy him. If you have a problem, you discuss it with him. And as for my will, you will honor every word of it. If any of you dare to challenge it, I swear to God I will drag myself up from hell and haunt you to the grave." Her predatory gaze swept across the terrified faces of her children.