Chapter 16 - An Untainted Legacy
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Nathan drove to the downtown office of his father’s former estate attorney. The man was retired, but he still managed the blind trusts that had survived the collapse of Hale Capital.
“Mr. Cole,” the elderly lawyer said, leading Nathan into a dusty study. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. Your brother usually handles the compliance paperwork.”
“I’m not here about Daniel, or my father’s assets,” Nathan said, sitting in a leather wingback chair. “I’m here about the trust my mother left me before she died.”
The lawyer raised an eyebrow. “The Eleanor Cole Trust? You haven’t touched that account since you were twenty-one. It was entirely walled off from your father’s business dealings. Clean money. It’s grown considerably over the years.”
“How much is in it?”
“After taxes and decades of interest? Roughly three point two million.”
Nathan exhaled. His mother had died when he was young, long before William Cole’s ambition turned toxic. She had been a quiet woman who loved art and community gardens. Her money had never been tainted by the extortion and fraud that built the glass towers.
“I need to liquidate it,” Nathan said. “All of it.”
“That is a highly unusual move, Nathan. Are you in financial trouble?”
“No. I’m finally using it for what she would have wanted.”
When Nathan returned to the farmhouse that evening, Grace was at the kitchen table, helping Lily with her math homework.
Nathan set a heavy folder on the table next to Grace’s coffee mug.
“What is this?” Grace asked.
“It’s the deed to the lot behind the shelter,” Nathan said. “And a fully funded escrow account for the construction of the new wing.”
Grace opened the folder, reading the bank statements. She looked up, shocked. “Nathan... how? Did you take a loan? You promised—”
“I didn’t take a loan,” he said softly, sitting beside her. “It was my mother’s money. She left it to me decades ago. It had nothing to do with William or Hale Capital. It’s clean, Grace. And I want to give it to the Open Door Project. I want her legacy to be this building, not a glass skyscraper.”
Grace’s eyes filled with tears. She reached out, pulling him into a fierce embrace.
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“Thank you,” she whispered into his neck.
“Don’t thank me,” Nathan smiled. “You have to design the training center now.”
