His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 449

The Snyder family was in a frenzy.

Three days after Mikey's funeral, the whole Snyder clan, along with a few family friends, gathered at Eliza's quaint little house.

It was Eliza's first face-to-face with Lynn. And the first time she seriously observed her half-brother up close.

“Eliza, we've all come here. Let’s not play games. Lay out the assets so we can divide them fairly. What's ours, we won’t give up. What's not, we don’t want,” Jarred said, slamming the table, his demeanor quite menacing.

Lynn didn't dare look directly at Eliza, keeping his head down, his young and somewhat charming face tinged with a barely noticeable helplessness.

“I’m willing to split the assets, but before we do that, I have some questions for her,” Eliza’s gaze locked onto Lynn.

Jarred wanted to object but, thinking of the money, he held back, “Alright, go ahead.”

“Lynn, when our dad faked his death and lived under a new identity with you in Crescent Creek, claiming to be your husband, his affection for you ran deep. He was willing to leave his wife of over twenty years to be with you. How could you bear to send him away when he was sick, not even visiting him before he died?”

She needed to understand what Lynn truly thought. If Lynn was really that heartless, only seeing benefits, Eliza couldn’t possibly share the little house left behind. But if she genuinely had difficulties, that was a different story.

Lynn’s lips moved as if she wanted to say something but didn’t dare. Hesitant, her head hung even lower, her body visibly tense.

“Lynn, if you want a share of my dad’s assets, you need to tell me the truth, otherwise…”

Jarred impatiently cut her off, “We’re here to divide the assets, what’s the point of rehashing all that?”

“The asset is this house.” Eliza laid out the situation, “This house belonged to both my mom and dad as joint property. I talked to a real estate agent, and it’s currently worth three hundred thousand dollars. So, my dad’s share is one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and with three children, each gets fifty thousand dollars.”

Eliza was giving a rough estimate. For the detailed division, whether a bit more or less, she planned to consult a lawyer.

Hearing they could only get fifty thousand dollars, Jarred immediately protested.

“Fifty thousand? Are you kidding? Is this rundown house all Mikey had? What about his money? After serving as an official for so many years, didn’t he have any savings? Even if it’s spent, it needs to be accounted for if it was his money.”