“Dad’s inheritance is for my wedding,” my sister screamed from behind. I felt hands on my back, then falling. Fifteen concrete steps. My head hit every third one. the spine specialist marked “ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ-related vertebrae fracture.” The emergency scan went to administration. “Hospital CEO admitted with ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇs.”

Olivia smiled, but there was no warmth in it at all. “Of course it will.”

Jameson opened the folder before him and glanced down. “The total estate value is four hundred eighty thousand dollars.”

My throat tightened slightly because it was not an enormous fortune by national standards, yet it was still enough money to change the direction of a life if someone used it wisely. Dad had worked quietly for decades, always fixing his own roof and driving old trucks until they nearly collapsed from age.

“According to the will,” Jameson continued, “the estate is divided equally between his two daughters.”

Olivia’s smile froze immediately and her shoulders stiffened. “Equally?” she repeated, clearly offended by the word itself.

“Yes,” Jameson replied calmly, “two hundred forty thousand dollars to each of you.”

The transformation in my sister’s expression happened instantly as if someone had flipped a hidden switch inside her. Her cheeks flushed bright pink and her fingers clenched into a tight fist that stopped the ring from glittering in the light.