#Chapter 194: The Grieving Process

LUCAS POV Revisiting Gregory's office, tucked away in a dusty old building, proved to be a less-than-thrilling experience. The air within the room hung heavy with the scent of aged paper, and the furniture seemed to have absorbed the weariness of countless previous clients. Shana's discomfort mirrored mine, evident in the way she sat in the worn chair, arms defensively crossed over her chest, a slight frown etched on her face. I hated the way it smelled in here. Gregory, a close family friend and lawyer to my father, maintained the same stoic expression that seemed permanently etched into the lines of his face. I couldn't help but wonder if the reason he looked so wore out was because of how dreary this room was. It was a thought that crossed my mind as I observed his stern face. "So, it appears your father did have a will," Gregory announced, his fingers rifling through aged paperwork with practiced ease. Shana's skepticism lingered, her arms pulling even close