The large living room of the Mwangi family estate was packed with relatives, lawyers, and family friends. The air was thick with tension as everyone waited for the reading of the late patriarch’s will. Glass chandeliers glimmered overhead, but the glitter couldn’t hide the anxiety on each face. For weeks, rumors had swirled about the contents of the will. Some whispered that the eldest son would inherit everything, while others suspected that the patriarch had made unusual arrangements.
Esther Mwangi, the widow, sat at the front with her two adult children, clutching her late husband’s hand-written letters. She had prepared herself for surprises, but nothing could have prepared her for what was about to unfold. The family lawyer cleared his throat and began reading, starting with the mundane—land boundaries, bank accounts, and business shares—but the tone changed as he reached the shocking part.
