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Elias cleared his throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a sidewalk. "You’re here for the reading of the will, I assume. Your mother’s final wishes."

"I’m here because she asked me to be," Julian said, his tone softening. "Not for the money, Dad." matureincest

As Julian walked out to his car later that night, Claire stood on the porch, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. "See you tomorrow?" she asked, her voice small. Elias cleared his throat, a sound like dry

Julian paused, his hand on the door handle. "Yeah. Tomorrow." "Not for the money, Dad

In the end, no grand resolution was reached. There were no cinematic hugs or tearful apologies. Instead, there was a quiet, heavy realization that they were bound together not just by blood, but by the shared weight of their history—a history that was as much a part of them as the marrow in their bones.

The dinner table at the Miller household was less a place of nourishment and more a tactical map. Each place setting was a bunker, and every passing of the salt was a calculated maneuver.

"Money is the only thing that speaks clearly in this family," Elias muttered.