031. I CANNOT BE YOUR FRIEND, SO I PAY THE PRICE OF WHAT I LOST

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Chapter thirty one

"I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost."








The next morning, Hannah was in the dining room on her computer on the call with her parents and their lawyer as she had headphones on "guys, we have been going over this since Susannah's sister Julia contacted me and told me that you guys have no right to the house." their lawyer shared "yes, we know. But we've tried talking to her for two months now and she either put's us to voicemail or only gives us five seconds to talk where she quickly shuts us down. I mean this women couldn't even find it in herself to come to the funeral and now all she can't wait to do is take this house away from not just us but Susannah's kids most of all." her mom shared.

"I know. Hannah is she there yet?" their lawyer asked, as Hannah took a deep breath "she got her yesterday and also graciously only talked to Conrad on the phone for five seconds, where I'm assuming she's already planning her open house, I am just here hoping that she doesn't sue me for ripping her for sale sign out of the ground." she shared "well, she believes you all have no real right to it and that it's her family home, which is why it being handed it over to you wasn't completely finalized before she died." their lawyer shared.

As all of them went silent "well assuming she hasn't done it yet then I'm pretty sure we'll be fine on her suing you guys, seeing as she's now down here preparing to sell this house to whoever can match the amount she wants, or she may even let someone pay more or even less depending on how fast she wants this done. Which just means we're gonna have to continue with what we were doing and play smarter not harder. Where when we find out how much she's asking for, we can pay her more then she's asking.." their lawyer shared.

"Are you kidding me? She's not gonna sell us this house! If she wanted to give it to us, she already would've! It's meant to be ours anyway! Susannah wanted it kept in the family, she just knew we were the only ones with enough money to help keep it standing." her dad shared "I know. I know. Which means we'll have to put in our payment secretly. We'll figure this out guys." their lawyer shared "Hannah? Have either of the boys talked to Adam yet?" her mom asked, and when she did, Hannah shook her head "no, but I think..I think he's calling soon, Conrad's trying to see if he can access his trust to put a down payment on the house. I'll, um, I'll keep you guys posted." she shared.

"Hannah.." her mom told her, as Hannah hung up the call, she closed her computer, as she brought her hands up and took her headphones off, putting them on top of her computer, she turned walking into the kitchen where Conrad had been, but as she did, she remembered something that happened before Susannah died.

Having come up from college, Hannah had been watching eighties movies with Susannah until she had fallen asleep, where she had gotten up from the bed and grabbed the empty bowls that had been filled with snacks, as she walked out of the room, heading down the hallway, Jeremiah had gone out with some friends for the night, her dad was working, and her mom? She just wanted some space, which was why she was surprised to hear the sound of a bottle clinking, as she furrowed her brows, walking into the kitchen, she found three empty bottles of liquor on the kitchen island.

Walking further in, she went up to the sink, putting the bowls into it, she began filling them with water "Hannah..Susannah's special girl." Adam said, as Hannah furrowed her brows, she turned around finding him on the floor with another bottle of liquor in his hand as he drank from it, Hannah turned around, shutting off the sink, Adam laughed "I never..I never thought of it but Hannah sounds kind of like Susannah, more so the end of it. But that's probably..probably why they named you that." he shared, and as he did, Hannah sighed "you're wasted." she realized.

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