Chapter10

I went to my room and dropped my bag on the bed. I then left to go drink some water. I passed by the girls' room and the door was slightly open. I looked inside. Heather was sitting on her bed, drawing flowers in her book. She seemed lonely. I felt sharp guilt in me. It wasn't her fault if I'd lost my dad. Slowly, I entered the room. She looked up at me. I smiled a little. She seemed surprised. Normal. For months now I hadn't smiled or spoken to her. She smiled back, reddening. "I'm sorry, Heather. I didn't mean to be rude with you. It's just that-" "I understand." she cut in softly and stood up. "Okay. Thanks." I approached her and hugged her. She hugged me back. One Saturday when we were all home. Two men knocked at the door. Uncle Ken went to open the door and the men came in. They were in suits and ties along with their briefcases. There weren't from our place for sure. There were surely from the cities. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" Uncle Ken asked. "Uh yes, sir. I am Victor Ian and this is my colleague, Jason Drummond." one of the men said. "I am the lawyer of the late Paul Wesley." Mr Jason said. "Oh, welcome. Pleas,e you should both take a seat." Uncle Ken said and they did. We all sat in the living room, waiting to hear what they had to say. "We got news that he'd been..." Mr Victor was unable to finish his sentence. "Yes." Uncle Ken replied quickly. "Horrible. Well, um, I am or was his personal assistant back in Los Angeles." "Oh, yes. I remember." Uncle ken said. "Assistant?" Aunt Christina asked confused. "Yes, ma'am. The late Mr Wesley has a company, owning a large and successful dairy products industry in los Angeles." "What???" she was shocked. I was surprised. I'd never known what this company was about. "Christina allow the men to speak." Uncle Ken cut in. He'd never told his wife. No one in our town or around knew about my dad's company apart from uncle Ken and I. "We're here to read his will." the lawyer said. "Go ahead." The lawyer did. "Mr Wesley gives a majority of his possessions to his son, Sheridan Wesley. Is he here?" "Yes." my uncle pointed at me. I noticed aunt Christina gave me an ugly stare. I ignored her. "Okay. He gives a totality of his company, industry, his four cars, his mansion back in LA and his share of another company in which he invested." I was more than shocked. My dad had all that?? Aunt Christina's mouth had dropped open. "Secondly, he left a totality of his ranch and two of his other cars to you sir and your family." the lawyer ended, referring to uncle Ken. I was happy dad had left something for him. "Okay, sir." "Sheridan?" the lawyer called. "Y– yes, sir." "You are still too young to touch this fortune. You can only do so once you are twenty two as per your father's will. When he presumed you would be old enough and mature enough to take the right decisions and manage all the property." "Um, okay." He took out some documents from his bag. "A trusted adult should be the guardian of this fortune until you are twenty two. Who do you wish should take care of it?" "Uncle Ken." I said without hesitating. "Okay. Sign." he gave me the documents and I signed. Then Uncle ken signed. "Fine. I think that'll be all." Mr Victor said,"We'll be going. The co-manager would be in charge of the company unless your uncle Ken wants to handle it?" "No, let the co manager do so until Sheridan's big enough. I don't know how to mange a company." "Okay, sir. As you wish. Goodbye. Keep the documents for proof. They belong to Sheridan." "Of course." And with that, he accompanied them out of the house. I noticed aunt Christina once again. She had a satisfied and thoughtful look on. I wondered why. I didn't like her and I had a very bad feeling. Days went by and I realised aunt Christina was more and more strange. I ignored her. To me she was mad. In some sort of way. And Sawyer as usual was a pest. Always having and eye on me to make sure I didn't try to speak to Heather. She had never told me sorry for my father's death. Never. She had been impassive throughout. I was slightly beginning to develop hatred for her, and trust me when I say I hardly developed hatred for anyone. Things went on smoothly for me. Uncle Ken was slowly beginning to bring the joy I had once had back into me. He was a very nice and loving person. He'd even told everyone that I was his son and that he'd now adopted me. I saw a lot from my dad in him. He was my father now. * Fate soon knocked at my door again. "Aaahhh!!" a terrible scream could be heard from uncle Ken's room one early Sunday morning at 6:10AM. I left my room running and I met the girls running too, all for uncle Ken's room. Some of the employees were also running up the staircase towards the room to see what was wrong. On entering the room, we all met aunt Christina in tears as she shook an immobile uncle ken. "GET UP! KEN! GET UP!!" I stopped in my tracks, my head beginning to spin. I watched like a statue as some of the men tried to reanimate uncle ken. I noticed white foam or something of that sort in his mouth. I gulped. "Mr Kenneth! Get up!!" one of the men said, hitting uncle Ken's chest and trying his best to reanimate him. I was frozen. Soon every agitation stopped and everyone simply stared at uncle Kenneth. "He– he's dead."