Keeley was deeply moved by their words.

These four nephews, though not his sons, were more devoted than any son could be. They were even considerate enough to worry about the discomfort of him

traveling back and forth at his age.

Who else would be so thoughtful?

Keeley beamed. "Alright, it's still early. Let's go get the paperwork done."

He paused for a moment. "We'll do as we discussed. Two million for each of you

four brothers. After that, I'll live with each of you in rotation, for six months at a time."

With four nephews, that meant a full rotation every two years.

Two million each?

The four brothers' expressions shifted slightly.

If it was two million each, that totaled eight million.

Keeley had been completely open with them. They all knew the total buyout was nine million dollars.

So where was the remaining million going?

Surely he hadn't spent a million on a vacation. For an old man like him, ten thousand would have been more than enough. Where was the other nine hundred thousand going? Who was he saving it for?

Finn was the first to react, smiling at Keeley. "Uncle Keeley, you should come to my house first! I had my wife get the best room ready for you, the sunniest one in the house!"

"No, no, Uncle Keeley should come to my place first!" Sloan chimed in. "We've also prepared a room for him. Uncle Keeley, considering it gets harder to climb stairs as you get older, we've set aside the largest first-floor bedroom just for you."

Millard wasn't about to be left out. "Uncle Keeley, we've had your room ready for a while now, too! And besides, Zena and John are waiting for you to come home and tell them stories!"

Zena and John were Millard's children. One was in sixth grade, the other in kindergarten. Millard had married late, so among the four nephews, his children were the youngest.

Seeing his three younger brothers all vying to have Keeley stay with them, the eldest, Trevor, knew exactly what they were up to. He quickly declared, "Uncle Keeley, don't listen to them. As the oldest, I have the greatest responsibility. You should come to my house first!"

Watching his nephews argue so passionately over him, Keeley felt a deep sense of satisfaction and warmth. If they truly resented him, they wouldn't be fighting like this. It proved how important he was to them.

He smiled benevolently. "No need to rush, no need to rush. Let's go to the bank first and get the paperwork done. As for whose house I'll stay at first, we can draw lots when we get home."

In this situation, picking a favorite would be unfair. Drawing lots was the only impartial solution.

Hearing this, Trevor and the others stopped arguing.

After leaving the airport, Keeley went with his four nephews to the bank to handle the transfer.

As a high-value client, Keeley was immediately escorted to the VIP lounge.

When the bank manager heard Keeley intended to divide eight million dollars equally among his four nephews, he was taken aback, Mr. Prescott, are you sure you want to transfer this entire eight million doftars right now?"

This was eight million-nine-tenths of Keeley's entire retirement savings. If he transferred it all, his account would be nearly empty. For an

e living alone, that was

not a good situation f his nephews were decent people, it might be fine. But if they weren't...

The consequences were unthinkable.

"Yes, I'm sure," Keeley nodded. "I have all my documents right here."

With that, he produced his ID and bank card.

Trevor and his brothers also took out their IDs and cards. "Manager Barrett, is it? Don't worry. Even after my uncle transfers the money to our accounts, we're keeping it in this bank. We're not switching banks, so what are you worried about?"

"Exactly. We're not going anywhere! No matter how the money is managed, it's still business for your bank."

Manager Barrett didn't press the issue further, but turned back to Keeley. "Mr. Prescott, are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes," Keeley nodded with a smile. "I've made up my mind. I want to transfer the money to my nephews."

"Very well." Manager Barrett produced a form. "If you're decided, please sign this document."

He was just an employee. He could offer advice, but if the client insisted, he had to respect their wishes, even if he didn't understand them.

Keeley picked up the pen and looked at the document. "Do I sign here?"

"That's correct," the manager confirmed.

Keeley had only completed third grade and hadn't held a pen in a long time, so his signature was slow and deliberate.

In that moment, all four brothers fixed their eyes on the tip of Keeley's pen, their hearts in their throats. They were terrified he might stop signing at any second.

Two million dollars. Each.

Keeley really had incredible luck, hitting the jackpot with that property buyout so late in life. Their own houses were only a couple of miles from Keeley's old place, yet they weren't included in the redevelopment zone.