Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 59's

Joseph was standing with his wife near a bookcase. He looked angry, also impatient and glaring as Rachel approached him.

“Uncle Yosef, I'm so glad you could come. We don't see each other very often.”

“Do not persuade me.” He stirred his Scotch but did not drink it. “If you think that you can persuade me to withdraw my lawsuit on that absurd will, you are wrong.”

“I wouldn't dream of uncle retracting the lawsuit, but Zephaniah told me that you had no chance of winning the lawsuit.” Rachel smiled beautifully. “But I have to agree with you that the will is absurd, especially after being forced to marry and live under the same roof as Jenson for months.” He stroked one of the long, flat branches of his necklace with a finger. “I tell you, Uncle Yosef, there are times when I seriously consider just getting out of this house. Jenson made every effort to make these six months irresistible. She once pretended her mother was sick, and she had to go to Bali. Next thing I know I'm locked in the cellar. Childish game,” rusuknya while sending a dislike gaze on Jenson. With one corner of his eye, he saw Joseph chugging his drink nervously. “Yeah, my wedding time with her is almost up.” Rachel turned back around while smiling freshly. “I'm so glad we could do this little celebration. Finally Jenson will open a bottle of champagne that has been stockpiled since Christmas.”

Rachel observes Joseph's wife dropping her glass on a Turkish carpet. “Oh no,” says Rachel softly. “We have to take something to wipe it off. You want to grab another drink?”

“No, she's fine.” Joseph pulled his wife's elbow. “Excuse.”

As they moved away, Rachel felt a joyous thump. So, the one who sent the drink at Christmas was Joseph.

“I quit smoking about six months ago,” Jenson told David and his wife, opening a conversation about health issues.

“You won't regret it,” said David. “You're in charge of your own body.”

“Last-lately I've been thinking about it a lot,” said Jenson bitterly. “But staying with Rachel these past few months hasn't made that easy. He's made six months of this awful time. He had someone send me a fake letter so I could fly to Bali thinking my mom was sick.” He glanced back and frowned behind Rachel's back.

“If you make it through six months without smoking.” Mega starts, herding the conversation back to Jenson's health.

“It's really a miracle I was able to live with that woman. But it's almost finished.” Jenson grinned at David. “For this dinner we will drink champagne instead of carrot juice. I've been saving this bottle since Christmas for the right occasion.”

David's knuckles turned white around the glass he held and Mega's face paled. “We don't..” David looked helplessly at Mega. “We don't drink.”

“You don't drink?” ask Jenson cheerfully. “It's a shame, even though it's a celebration. Then I'll excuse.” He went to the bar as if to add a drink and waited for Rachel to follow him. “David his.”

“Not.” Rachel took a glass of water, Jenson was a bit surprised why Rachel did not drink at this celebration, but Jenson ignored her.

“Yosef is the one,” continued Rachel.

As per the script they made, Rachel glared at Jenson. “You're such a boring person, Jenson. Surviving facing you is not worth any amount of money.”

“Si intellectual imperious,” says Jenson. “I'm counting days.”

Swinging her dress, Rachel walked towards Bianca Cornelia. “I don't know how I managed to hold back my anger against that man.”

Bianca was examining her face with a beautiful silver small glass. “I always thought Jenson was a sweet man.”

“You'll never stay with him. Not a week before we lived together, he broke into my study and broke it. Then he tried to scapegoat all of it as the work of an intruder.”

Bianca frowned and touched a little powder on her nose. “It's not like something he's going to do to me. I said..” He regained his senses and looked back at Rachel with a contrived smile. “Your earrings are beautiful.”

Jenson braced himself to listen to Morgan's brief opinion of the stock market. Once he found a gap, he immediately grabbed it. “As soon as everything is in order, I should ask for advice from you. I'm thinking about being more actively involved in one of Robert's chemical firms. There is a lot of money in fertilizers and pesticides.” He watched Patience shake her hand and was stunned as Morgan glared at him.

“Software,” says Morgan briefly.

Jenson just smiled. “Will I consider.”

Rachel tried but failed to scrape Bianca. Five minutes into their conversation left him suspicious, confused, and starting to get a headache, he decided to try his luck with Yagil.

“You look healthy.” Rachel smiled at Yagil and nodded at his wife.

“You look a bit pale, Cousin.”

“From the first time you were hostile to him,” timpal Yagil friendly.

“I haven't found out why Grandpa Robert likes him so much. Besides being boring, Jenson is happy at weird jail jokes. He was so happy when he locked me in the cellar.”

Yagil smiled at his glass. “He never matches our level.”

Rachel bit her tongue, then agreed. “You know, he even called me one night, changed his voice. He tried to scare me by saying that someone was trying to kill me.”

Yagil's brows fused as she looked into Rachel's eyes. “Any.”

“Yeah, soon six months are over. By the way, do you like the champagne I sent you?”

Yagil's fingers froze in his glass. “Sampagne?”

“Persis after Christmas.”

“Oh, yes.” Yagil raised his glass again, looking at Rachel as he sipped his drink. “So it's you.”

“I got the idea when someone sent Jenson a bottle at Christmas time. He promised to open it today. Excuse me, I want to check dinner.”

His eyes looked at Jenson as he moved out of the room. He and Jenson had prepared the next scene, Rachel thought. Now he just needs to act according to plan. In the kitchen he finds Jesica doing the final preparation for the dish.

“Are you hungry?” babble Jesica, “Wait ten more minutes, the food is finished.”

“Jesica, it's time to turn off the main switch.”

“I know, I know. I'm just finishing this meat.”

After receiving a signal from Rachel, Jesica was instructed to go down to the cellar, turn off the switch, wait for a minute and then turn it back on. He is skeptical about Jenson and Rachel's overall plan, but eventually agrees to participate in it. Jesica wiped her hands with an apron, then went to the barn door.

Rachel took a deep breath and stepped back into the library.

Jenson has put herself near the table. He nodded briefly at Rachel as the girl walked in. “Evenings in ten minutes,” Rachel announced cheerfully as she crossed the room.

“It gives us enough time.” Jenson took over the stage and could not resist the temptation to start firmly. He doesn't have to see Rachel to know that Rachel has taken the position. “You all must be wondering why we brought you here tonight.” He lifted his glass and stared from one face to another. “One of you is a killer.”

After being given a hint, the lights instantly turned off and chaos struck. Glasses broke, women shouted, a table overturned. When the lights came back on, everyone was glued.

Half Rachel's body was lying under the table, with her face down. Beside him lay a knife with blood at the base of his knife. Before long Jenson had been by Rachel's side, picking her up before anyone else could react. Without a sound, Rachel walked out of the room. A few minutes passed before he returned, alone. He looked around him, his gaze firm, at every face in the room.

“A killer,” a repeat. “Rachel is dead.”

“What do you mean he's dead?” Joseph pushed forward. “What kind of game is this? Let us see it.”

“No one can touch it.” Jenson confronted Yosef. “No one may touch anything or leave this room until the police arrive.”

“Police?” Pale and trembling, Joseph glanced around. “We don't want that. We have to handle this ourselves. He just fainted.”

“The blood soaked this thing,” Jenson commented as he pointed at the blood-soaked knife.

“No!” Mega slammed until it managed to break through the crowd around the table. “No one should have been hurt. It should just be fear. It shouldn't be like this. David.” She grabbed her husband and buried his face in his chest.