Inside the jacket
At the family dinner where the division of family assets was decided, I tore up the inheritance waiver my father wanted me to sign in front of everyone.
As the least-favored second son, it was the first time I had ever openly rebelled.
My father slammed the table and shot to his feet. “You ungrateful bastard! Without my money, you’re worse than a dog!”
Adrian fanned the flames beside him. “Dad, don’t be mad. Let him starve for two days, and he’ll come crawling back to beg you.”
