Mr. Morrison, Grandpa’s longtime attorney, cleared his throat and began reading.

“To my son, David Thompson, I leave the family shipping business and all associated assets.”

Dad’s face lit up like Christmas morning. The business was worth thirty million. Easy. He squeezed Mom’s hand, and I saw the dollar signs flashing in her eyes.

“To my daughter-in-law, Linda Thompson, I bequeath the family estate in Napa Valley, including all furnishings and artwork.”

Mom actually smiled for the first time since the funeral. The estate was easily worth twenty-five million. She whispered something to Dad about “finally redoing the kitchen.”

“To my grandson, Marcus Thompson, I leave my collection of vintage automobiles and the penthouse apartment in Manhattan.”

Marcus pumped his fist under the table. “Yes!” he hissed. Those cars alone were worth millions.

“To my granddaughter, Jennifer Davis, I leave my yacht, Isabella, and the vacation home in Martha’s Vineyard.”

Jennifer squeezed her husband’s hand triumphantly.