Having played with Aster for the whole day, Kevan only took out his personal phone that he'd kept muted after he got home.
There were several missed calls displayed on the screen, all from his parents.
A sudden sense of irritation washed over him, and he took a deep breath and recomposed himself before calling back.
Violet answered quickly and asked, "Kevan, what were you doing today? Why didn't you answer any of our calls, and why weren't you at the company or at home?"
Kevan lied smoothly. "I went to see a client."
Violet released an "Oh," in response.
Kevan asked her, "Was there something you needed from me?"
The distant tone in his voice caused Violet's heart to ache. "They arranged to meet a lawyer, Mr. Evans, today to discuss the distribution of your grandpa's assets …" She paused, sighing softly. "Your grandpa never made a will when he was alive, so they're fighting pretty bad over it … It doesn't look good."
Kevan was not in the least bit surprised. As a matter of fact, he could even imagine the chaos that had occurred then.
"Anyway, they never came to a conclusion." Violet sounded a tad helpless. "Kevan, dear—" She suddenly changed tack, making Kevan pay attention to her.
"Your dad and I are old now, so we don't have the energy to fight with them over this. Besides, the annual dividends from the company are more than enough for us to continue living our luxurious life. So, we want to give up on inheriting anything to get some peace and quiet. However, we need your consent for this. After all, you have a share of the inheritance too."
"It's fine if you don't want it." Kevan was very detached.
The entirety of Soaring Corporation was nothing to him, let alone one-third of it.
"I just have a request." He tightened his grip on his phone. "The mansion Grandpa lived in, I want it."
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