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I almost choked. Shit, I would’ve settled for fifty stacks.
“In addition, college tuition, books, housing, and approved educational expenses shall be paid in full directly from the estate.”
Averie was happy, obviously from the smile on her face. She was an educated bitch, so of course she was worried about her children going to college.
“As it pertains to child support. Monthly deposits shall continue to be made for the benefit of Kaiden, Khari, and Ryleigh until each child reaches the age of eighteen.”
Now I could sit back and smile. All I heard was my bills were paid. A bitch was satisfied. I couldn’t wait to call Kam’s ass and tell her she was wrong about my baby daddy.
“However,” the lawyer looked at me. “Before any distributions are made on behalf of Miss Ryleigh Newsome. Mr. King requested that a court-admissible DNA test be completed confirming paternity.”
“What?” The word flew out before I could control it.
“This was Mr. King’s written instruction.”
“So, he questioned my daughter?”
“No.”
“So, why the fuck are we doing this?”
“It states here that the request was not made because he doubted Miss Ryleigh. It was made because he wanted to protect all parties from future legal disputes.”
“Bull fuckin’ shit!” I slammed my hands down on the table. “That bitch made him put that in there.”
“Girl, you give me way too much credit,” Kyenna said.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means…I didn’t know anything about my husband’s will.”
“Liar.”
“What I got to lie to you for?” She laughed.
“You always thought you were better than everyone.”
She kissed Ryleigh on her cheek and let her down to walk back to me.
“Nah, I just knew I was his wife.”
“Aight.” I grabbed Ryleigh’s hand. “We’ll do the test.”
Lloyd nodded. “Once paternity is legally confirmed, all past monthly support owed since Mr. King’s passing shall be released in one lump sum, and regular deposits will resume.”
I sat back down and placed Ryleigh in my lap. At least I wasn’t leaving empty-handed. Lloyd continued.
“To Ms. Averie Johnson…”
Averie sat up in her seat when she heard her name. Fucking bitch.
“For years of sacrifice while Mr. King established his business. Mr. King requested your mortgage be paid in full immediately. He further directs that a monthly stipend be for a nanny. This way you don’t have to choose between work and your children.”
I looked over at her ass crying, and rolled my eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“The remainder of Mr. King’s estate goes as follows. All residential properties, commercial real estate, his vehicle collection, all offshore investment accounts, his ownership interest in The Royal Flush Social Club.”
