𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, anxiously waiting for the lawyer to show up so the reading of the will may start. The three grandchildren share the couch, like three children waiting to get scolded by their parents. Celia would argue that the adults looked more distraught than they did, but she didn't understand why. It's not as if they were poor. Whatever money they may or may not inherit from Alastor Clairmont would not make their lives any better. They could splurge on anything they wanted and barely put a dent in their bank account. His money was useless to them.

"What do you think they'll do with the house?" Nate asked curiously, glancing around the room. 

"Probably sell it," Seb replied. Nate gasped and turned toward him, "They can't sell this house," he whispered aggressively, "We grew up here. Our parents grew up here. It should stay in the family."

"Granddad probably already put it in his will that he wished for the house to be sold. He was a planner. I doubt he'd leave the house unaccounted for."

"But to sell it?" Celia asked, trying to hide her disappointment. "Maybe our parents will decide to keep it." Seb scoffed like the thought wasn't even something to be considered, and Celia supposed they were right. There was no way they'd agree to share the house, family memories put aside. True colours always came out at will readings, because you never know how far people would go for money until they are put to the test.

"Apologies for the delay," the lawyer spoke as he walked into the room. He was a friend of Celia's grandfathers, and he'd been put in charge of handling all matters related to the final will and testament of Alastor Clairmont. "Let's not waste another moment of your time, shall we?" He proceeded to pull our his briefcase and pull out a series of pages inside, including three manilla envelopes. He cleared his throat as he read out the first page of the document. 

"I Alaster Clairmont II, being of sound mind and body, do hereby  declare that this document is my last will and testament. Now, for the preliminary declarations. I revoke any former wills and any testamentary dispositions made by me. I hereby nominate, constitute and appoint my firstborn son, Alexander Clairmont as Executor of this will. If this Executor is unwilling or unable to serve, then I appoint his spouse, Thalia Clairmont as alternate Executor."

The lawyer now grabs the three manilla envelopes from before, and hands them to each of the three grandchildren. "He's stated here that he would like me to give these to each of you, but I ask that you refrain from reading them for now. Now that all the introductory stuff is out of the way, we can now get to the good stuff. To my children, I give all of the money remaining in my bank accounts after any remaining debts, funeral, and testamentary expenses are paid. The remaining balance is to be split between both my son, Alexander Clairmont, and my daughter, Isabelle Clairmont. The matter of all of my properties, are left up to the Executor of this will. Should Alexander wish to sell the house, the profit is to be split however he see fit. No member of this family may pressure him to sell the property, or they risk losing their shares all together. No one may live in the houses that is not related to me directly, and there shall be no renters residing in the houses."

A gasp sounded, and everyone was rather shocked at the revelation. Celia turned to her Aunt Isa, whose mouth was agape as she processed everything. The lawyer paid them no mind as he continued reading. 

"Any and all possessions in the house are to be distributed at the discretion of the Executor. To my grandchildren, I have enclosed three letters for each of you in this file, enlisting what you have inherited from me. I ask that you refrain from reading the aforementioned letters until the lawyer is completed with the reading, and he may distribute your belongings to each of you."