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felt as numb as the morning air. It had been weeks since he had left the Scott mansion, weeks of wandering the streets aimlessly, t

was a relic from his previous life, a life he wasn't sure he belonged to anymore. When the screen lit up with an unknown number, he almost

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ormal voice on th

ly, unsure if this was someone trying

gal representation. We've been trying to c

tation? His mind raced. It couldn't be his uncle-there w

fore the man continued. "It concerns your grandfather.

, he couldn't speak. The old man had always been kind to him, even after Tony had turned his back on the family legacy. H

anaged to say, his voice rough with

e softening, "your grandfather left behind

in his throat. "What

ce Architecture, as well as his properties-three mansions, numerous cars, and cons

so long running from his family's legacy, from the fortune

e barely a whisper. "Why didn'

e the only one who could carry on the Bruce name with integrity. He knew abo

father had believed in him, even when Tony had given up on himself. And now, eve

ny asked, still trying to

officially transfer the estate into your name," the lawyer repl

ife he had lived for years. It felt surreal to think that in a matter of days, he could

Tony said, his vo

m.," the lawyer replied. "

ief, maybe even excitement. But all he felt was a heavy weight on his shoulders, like the for

at the phone in his hand. Everything was abo

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t housed Lawson & Greene, the law firm handling his grandfather's estate. He hadn't set f

and led him to a conference room where the law

nding to shake Tony's hand. "I'm

ce in his worn clothes. He couldn't sha

e measured and professional. "But your grandfather was ve

properties, bank account numbers, and legal documents transferri

his voice low but firm. "I ran away from this li

ather anticipated that you might f

nvelope with his name written in his grandfather's familiar han

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rom Gran

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y you left. You didn't want the weight of the Bruce legacy on your shoulders, and I respected tha

ause of it, and for that, I am deeply sorry. But I believe in you, Tony. I always have. You have the heart and

u wish. If you want to walk away, I won't blame you. But if you choos

more, Tony. I hope one day

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choed in his mind, filling him with a strange mix of pride and fear. He

r what lay ahead, but he knew he couldn't run anymore. His grandfather had given him the tools to rebuild his life,

quietly, meeting Lawson's eyes.

ed his name on the documents, the weight of his dec

uce, heir to t

ime in years, he wa

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