Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 656

The Howard family waited a day after Rosemary’s funeral to publicly announce the tragic news. Once released, it dominated the headlines of every media outlet.

The accident itself was officially attributed to a simple brake failure.

Although speculation about the accident was rampant online, most of the public's attention was focused on how Rosemary’s death would affect the distribution of the Howard family’s fortune.

In the living room of the Rayburn estate, Rosemary’s lawyer handed her will to Jacques. Jensen and Ilse pretended to be indifferent, but in reality, they were more desperate to know its contents than anyone.

Jacques read the will aloud. The family matriarch had left all of her shares in Cloudcrest Medical Group to Evander. As for Howard Enterprises, Evander and Genevieve would each hold half of her shares.

This outcome for Howard Enterprises stunned Ilse and Jensen.

Even Genevieve herself was in disbelief.

She looked at Jacques, her voice trembling. “Uncle… what did you just say?”

Jacques gestured for the lawyer to explain. The lawyer nodded. “Before Evander left the Capital, he confidentially transferred half of his shares in Howard Enterprises to the matriarch. This means that even in his absence, she was the true power behind the company.”

“The matriarch recognized the hard work Mrs. Jensen put into managing Howard Enterprises during this time and wished for family harmony. Therefore, she has bequeathed her half of the shares to Miss Howard. You now hold the same number of shares as Evander, making you one of the primary decision-makers at Howard Enterprises.”

Genevieve froze in her seat, staring blankly ahead.

Didn’t Grandma hate her? Wasn’t she disappointed in her? Why…?

Ilse’s face, however, had turned dark. Although the shares went to her daughter, it meant that her efforts over the past year to consolidate power and win over key figures at Howard Enterprises had all been done right under the matriarch’s nose. The old woman had hidden that half-share very, very well. No wonder Evander had never seemed to care that Ilse was running the company!

“The will gives you everything you are entitled to, not a penny less. But you should not covet what isn’t yours,” Jacques said, placing the will on the table. The sound wasn’t loud, but it sent a heavy silence through the room. “Greed knows no bounds. If you push things too far, don’t blame me for not acting like a brother.”

After Jensen’s family left, the sharp edge on Jacques’s face softened, replaced by a deep, bone-weary exhaustion.

The lawyer looked at him. “Sir, please accept my condolences…”

Jacques pressed his palm to his forehead, his grief mixed with a simmering rage. “I know they might be connected to this accident, yet Mother’s will asks me to let them go one more time. After seeing how much she still cared for them, do you think they feel even a shred of remorse?”

The lawyer lowered his eyes. “To the matriarch, you and Mr. Jensen were her own flesh and blood. She probably never imagined they would stray so far down the wrong path.”

Jacques said nothing more, his gaze on the tabletop turning cold and hard.