Deirdre stuck to her guns. "Then let's split the estate. Dad, you said it yourself. And while we're at it, divide the land compensation money from two years ago as well."
"Since Wilma and Dexter are moving to her mother's, and I'm taking my son to mine, the middle floor you're living on can belong to you two. Wilma and I will change the locks, and we can split up the pots, pans, and furniture."
Wilma quickly agreed. "Exactly. Dad, divide the money. It's perfectly timed since Dexter and I just got jobs in the city. Living with my mom isn't a long-term solution. I'll borrow some money from her, buy a two-bedroom apartment in the county, and pay off the mortgage. We'll settle down there so it's easier for our daughter to go to school."
Dominic frowned. His wife, Garnet, chimed in, "Wilma, what a coincidence. We were thinking the exact same thing. Dad, since splitting the estate is the only way forward, let's just do it."
Bruce slammed the table again. "You're all just eyeing my retirement fund! Let me make this clear: if we split the estate, everyone takes care of their own. If you want a piece of that land compensation money, you can pry it from my cold, dead hands!"
Deirdre scoffed coldly. "Dad, is that really splitting the estate? Before I even married Damien, you told him to make sure I put my name on the property deeds so we'd get a larger cut of the dividends. After all these years, I haven't seen a single dime of those dividends, let alone any of the village subsidies. If you aren't going to split the money, are you planning on saving your retirement fund for Xanthe's wedding fund?"
"Exactly, Dad. Your three sons might have gotten some benefits, but us daughters-in-law haven't seen a penny. And we deserved it anyway. Putting that aside, we married into this family. Isn't it only right that Xanthe takes care of us?" Wilma added.
"Dad, it's great that Xanthe is getting married, but no matter who she marries, she can't have kids. It's never going to last. Instead of letting her suffer out there, it's better she comes back and continues taking care of this family. At least her nieces and nephews share her blood. She won't have any kids of her own. Will her husband's family ever truly accept her?"
Garnet added her two cents. "Dad, just divide the money. As for you and Mom, you have three sons. Are you really worried they won't take care of you? If you ask me, if you divide the money now, your sons will be much more willing to look after you when you're older."
"Exactly. If you don't divide it now, when will you? This family should have been split a long time ago. If Xanthe comes back to take care of us, do you really think we, as her brothers and sisters-in-law, would mistreat her?"
Bruce was so furious his mustache trembled. "Damien! You are the eldest! Are you really going to let them harm your parents and sister like this?"
Damien rubbed his temples. "Enough. If you want to go back to your mothers, go. Xanthe hasn't even successfully married yet, and you're already fighting over the arrangements like you're royalty."
He then turned to his parents, his expression hardening. "But Mom, Dad, they have a point. This family should have been split ages ago. Just divide the land compensation money. The three of us will figure out how to take care of you two among ourselves."


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