Sophie Delaney was just minding her own business seeing in the new year from the peacefulness of her own home. Until one wrong number call changed that.
Daniel Whitaker is furious. Beyond furious. How dare his girlfriend cheat on him, and with his...
Here's another chapter, to follow up from yesterday's BIG revelation.
So, to put it into perspective- Laurence was about 18/19 when Evelyn was born and she's about 46/47 now. So that means Laurence was over 60 when he died. If we work out the maths, he was in his thirties when Daniel was born, and even older when Sam was born.
Sarah, xx
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Evelyn
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"Here you go, love," Alistair says, kissing my temple as he slides a warm mug of coffee into my hands. I hadn't slept much last night after the reading of the Last Will and Testament and I'd kept Alistair awake with me. Looking at him and the way his eyes were hooded from sleep deprivation, I had to wonder if I looked equally as awful as him. "Drink up, Evie, because you look like shit."
"Ha ha," I retort, rolling my eyes at him. Sipping the coffee, I feel the caffeine hit me. "I was just thinking the same thing about you, anyhow, buttons."
The house was uncharacteristically quiet. After the revelation last night, Samuel had hit the roof and demanded to know everything, including how long Daniel, Connie and I had been keeping everything a secret from him. It had taken Jasmine hours to calm him down but I could still hear him creeping around last night, muttering to himself about how 'betrayed' he felt.
Veronica, too, hadn't taken the news well, especially considering I came out of the room wealthier than she had. She'd kicked up a fuss, demanding that a DNA test be carried out in order to prove my paternity, but as always, Connie was quick to intervene. As it happened, a DNA test had been taken twenty years ago that proved that Laurence was indeed my biological father. As it was incontestible, Veronica couldn't demand that the Last Will and Testament be void and that all assets be transferred to her.
"You have to hand it to the man," Jasmine Gough, Samuel's friend, commented dryly. "He certainly thought of every eventuality with this whole Will thing."
Indeed, he had. Once the reading was over, various items were distributed, including three yellowed envelopes that carried Laurence's scrawl on the front. One was addressed to my mother, Annette, while the other two were addressed to My Daughter and To Evelyn. The letters addressed to me were still left unopened and therefore, unread. Seeing them in front of me on the kitchen table, I had to wonder if I had the courage to open them and read the words Laurence had taken the time to write. Part of me knew I should read them, the other part of me not wanting to.
"What are you going to do with them?" A familiar voice asked from the doorway of the kitchen. Daniel, leaning against the frame, watched me carefully, a small smile creeping onto his features when I made eye contact with him. "C'mon, sis, I know there's a part of you that's dying to read them."
I flinched at hearing him refer to me as 'sis,' never having been called that before. Growing up as an only child, I hadn't been anyone's sister and ever since I came to the estate, I hadn't been Daniel and Samuel's sister then, either. All I've ever been to the boys is their nanny, a substitute mother figure; Hearing Daniel call me his sister was simply too much.
