Naia was in this world, too.
Despite his stoic expression, the brightness in his eyes betrayed what was really going on inside his head.
Unfortunately, she was too far at this ti, and he could not yet sense where exactly she was. And even if he did know, he...couldn’t even sit up.
It was the main reason why he refused to be publicized.
He did not want her to see him like this.
In retrospect, he had never been weak in front of her. Even those tis when his power slipped up didn’t technically count as weakness. After all, that was a destructive force associated with strength.
That girl always complinted him for being dependable, making her not fear anything. Unconsciously or not, Kael didn’t want that image to be tainted.
Another reason he didn’t want his na known to the public was that he was worried his movents would beco too restricted.
The money he’d receive was not insanely big, but it was still a large fortune for a normal family. With his current condition, he wouldn’t be able to fight every enemy that ca his way.
Besides...the movents he’d make over the next few months would not be small. He would not appreciate any scrutiny.
...
The news of his condition spread out to the relevant departnts within the day, and this included his parents’ law firm. They imdiately took the stance of assisting him.
As for whether he’d reprimand them for their neglect, he was not planning to do so, simply because it was not in their scope of work.
Lawyers, even if they were the ones who drafted the will, weren’t required to do welfare checks. Even the boy’s relatives didn’t care, how could strangers?
They were professionals and did not have a personal relationship with Cale’s parents, not to ntion it was well known he had been bedridden for weeks before he was taken away.
The damned couple would also send proof of life, usually a tube of blood, which could prove that the blood was drawn recently. Without sincere and unconditional concern, there was simply no circumstance in which anyone would push to see the boy.
This was what Michael Lee, the lawyer assigned to this case and the one who prepared the will, told himself. There was no need to feel guilty.
Except he did.
This was why, when he found out that the boy’s—no, a young man now—needed him, he mobilized imdiately. He even brought assistants to make sure everything he needed was available.
He was a new lawyer back when he drafted that will, and he had taken on many cases since. He had ambition and was capable, so it was inevitable to have an increasing amount of cases, one more high-profile than the other.
He had forgotten about this one a month after the parents perished, making it harder for him to look at the young man straight in the eye
The young man was now filled with bandages and was still bedridden, but had a handso charm despite looking horribly thin. Most of all, one could see the sharpness in his eyes. The kind associated with ’the greats’.
One could tell that, had he not had an accident, he could’ve led his generation to greatness.
Anyone who saw him would feel pity and would want to stab the useless relatives for destroying such talent.
"Our law firm will handle your lawsuit against your uncle and his family. We have preditated murder, kidnapping, false imprisonnt, child abuse, and extortion, among other things, stacked against them. It will be easy to win, and you will be awarded a sizeable settlent based on the amount they embezzled, and more.
"Those people would also undergo prison ti, except for the teenager, who’d go to a juvenile detention center."
The case was very clear this ti, and the perpetrators were pretty much caught in the act by police officers, so there was little chance the case would be overturned.
Not to ntion, the case also received such wide attention, so this would be handled quickly, efficiently, and fairly.
"Other than this, Mister Mason, you are entitled to 122 million danas, as well as 3 patents from your father, Leopold Mason, and 2 patents from your mother, Diana Mason-Hols," he said. "How would you like to handle them?"
"Please assist in making a bank account and depositing the money there," Kael said. He couldn’t co up with any plans yet as he was not yet clear about this tiline’s economics.
"As for the patents..." he paused, recalling the specialties of his parents. His father was a physicist, while his mother had a doctorate in materials science.
He did not know much other than that, but it wasn’t anything to fret about. After a pause, he looked at Michael.
"Get a copy of the patent, and then sell it off to the highest bidder."
Right now...though he still had much to learn, he knew that a hundred million or so simply wasn’t enough to prepare for what was coming.
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