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comprehend.
    “Dad owned shares in Miller Global?” Aidan asked, his voice sounding as shocked as she felt.
    “He gave me the seed money to start my company. I never forgot that. I made him a silent partner in the company as soon as I was able,” Ronald explained.
    “And he’s given you the majority share back, always thinking of you, until the end,” Jean finished, eyes closing, with a soft smile. “Uncle Joe. I never expected this, never.”
    “But, I don’t understand. What assets are you talking about then? Our father has given back his shares to the company, the house to Ayah, and his company’s funds were wiped out paying for his care,” Taylor piped up. “There shouldn’t be anything else.” Ayah could tell by the look of confusion on her face that Taylor had asked the question for clarity’s sake. None of them had thought anything except the house would be in the will.
    “I see your father never told you,” Ronald began. “When he became my silent partner in Miller Global, he set up an aggressive money market investment plan for all monies from his shares. Those funds were to be locked away until his death. It’s why he wasn’t able to use them when he got sick. I don’t think he thought something like this would come up.”
    “As his lawyer,” Sam added, “I tried to tell him to borrow against it, but he was adamant about leaving behind a legacy for his children. When you all became so successful, he amended the will to reflect that.”
    “So, what are we talking about here?” George asked.
    “The account has a standing balance well into the millions. I won’t get into exact numbers, as each of you benefiting will get a letter from me with a check for your amounts, but the sum is enough that even at the marginal percentage, beneficiaries would never have to work again. It rivals Miller Global’s net worth,” Sam stated.
    “You have got to be shitting me!” Aidan said roughly. “Dad,” he moaned, and his wife took him in his arms.
    Ayah could do nothing but sit there, stunned. She was a millionaire? Had enough money to rival her uncle’s entire company’s worth? She never wanted all of that. She had never thought that her father would do something like this. She hadn’t taken care of him for the money. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want to feel like he’d paid her for doing what she did out of love.
    “No. I don’t want it,” she then said.
    Sam continued reading the will. “Let me finish: the trust cannot be given, traded, or otherwise handed over to any other beneficiaries but the one specified. In Ayah’s case, there are also a few more stipulations, as your father knew you’d, and I quote, ‘be too stubborn just to take a gift when it’s given in love.’ Your shares can only be touched by you for the remainder of your life and must be withdrawn on a regular basis, or I have the power to purchase something for you that your father has listed. Either way, you will use the money. Also, upon your death, Ronald and any of his living heirs will then receive your assets, with thirty percent of the net amount to be given to Aidan, George, Taylor, and their living heirs, and the house to be given to the living heirs of Joseph Rey Miller, if you have no heirs, that is. This is the last will and testament of Joseph Rey Miller, I so execute this day…”
    Ayah stopped listening. Her world was spinning. She was a millionaire, and her father had made it so she had to use it, one way or another, no matter what she thought. In the end, her father had paid her back, in the only way he could, for all of the hard work, tears, and love she’d given selflessly over the years. He’d given her a chance to make a life any way she wanted to, without having to rely on anyone. He’d given her what she’d always secretly craved: a chance for her to no longer be the rock. She loved her position and hadn’t done it for any return, but she often wished, for once, to be given what she’d