At that moment, Keeley wanted nothing more than to slap himself.

"Keeley, stop crying," Fortune said, quickly handing him a tissue. "We've been old friends for years. Besides, you helped me out plenty back in Silverhaven. When I couldn't reach you for so many days, of course I was going to come looking for you." "Kensington, thank you, thank you!" Keeley sobbed, hugging Fortune again.

It took a long while for him to calm down. Caitlin had already set the food she'd bought on the table. The three of them ate and talked, and Keeley recounted everything that had happened over the past few days.

Hearing the story, Fortune was furious. "Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! Are those four even human? They're nothing but a pack of ungrateful wolves! No matter what, you're their uncle. How could they treat you like that?" To take his money and then turn their backs on him... How could such vile people exist in the world?

Keeley cleaned his tears. "It's no use talking about it now. It's my own fault for being a poor judge of character." He looked at Caitlin. "Catie, I'm truly ashamed. When you warned me that human nature was complex, I so confidently told you that our Prescott family doesn't produce bad seeds." A self-deprecating smile touched his lips.

"Keeley, you live and you learn. What's done is done, and there's no point dwelling on it," Caitlin said, taking a sip of her drink. "I just want to ask you one question right now."

"Go ahead," Keeley said.

Caitlin placed her bottle on the table. "Do you want to get that money back?"

Get it... back? Keeley's eyes widened in disbelief. "Can... can I really get it back?"

Caitlin smiled. "During a relationship, money spent by one party on another can be recovered if it wasn't explicitly stated as a gift. The same principle applies here. You gave them that money on the condition that they would care for you in your old age. Not only have they failed to do so, they threw you out. They have to return every last cent!"

Keeley had transferred the money to his four nephews via bank transfer. With the transaction records, there wa a good chance of getting it back.

"But what if they refuse to give it back?" Keeley sighed. "The money is in their hands now." Would they willingly spit out the fat they'd already swallowed?

"Refuse?" Caitlin raised an eyebrow. "Then we'll file a motion in court to freeze their assets. Once we win the case, the court will enforce the repayment."

"So you're saying there's a real chance I can get my money back?" Seeing a glimmer of hope, Keeley's spirits lifted slightly.

Caitlin nodded. "But first, I need to confirm one thing with you."

"What is it?" Keeley asked.

"Once we file e a lawsuit, you

and your

nephews will have completely burned that bridge. There will be no chance of reconciling your relationship. And losing this windfall will likely cause all sorts of problems for them. So are you absolutely sure you want to sue them?"

Keeley craved family affection. Otherwise, he wouldn't have trusted his nephews so easily. Although he had been betrayed once before, and again now, it was crece to be certain. Caitlin didn't want to go through all the trouble only for Keeley to have a change of heart and make peace with them. That would render the whole effort meaningless.

"Sue them! Of course, I'll sue them!"

Keeley understood her concern. "Catie don't worry This time, my eyes are wide open! I'm not just going to sue them; I'm cutting fies with those four wolves! From now on want nothing to do with them!"

Just thinking about what he had been through made Keeley's heart turn cold.

Family? Blood ties? It was all fake. All of it. The only thing he felt for those four now was hatred. Fortune and Caitlin were the only ones who had treated him with genuine kindness.

"Good," Caitlin gave a firm nod. "That's all I needed to hear. I'll get a lawyer on it right away. Your job is to cooperate fully."

Keeley looked at Caitlin earnestly. "Catie, from now on, I'll do whatever you say. Just tell me what to do."

After dinner, Caitlin returned to her own room, leaving Fortune and Keeley to drink and talk late into the night.

Since time was of the essence, the lawyer, Darcey Young, flew in the next day. Caitlin introduced her to Keeley.

Darcey extended her hand. "Mr. Prescott, would you mind if we spoke privately? I need to understand the entire situation in detail to best help you win this case."

"Of course, Ms. Young," Keeley nodded.

They went into the hotel's meeting room. After getting the full story, they emerged a while later.

Caitlin looked at the lawyer. "Ms. Young, what are our chances of winning?"

Darcey smiled. "Miss Kensington, as long as everything Mr. Prescott has told me is true, we have about a ninety percent chance of winning."

Lawyers always left themselves a margin of error. Ninety percent from Darcey meant it was a sure thing.

Fortune, standing beside them, let out a sigh of relief. At Keeley's age, he desperately needed that retirement fund.

Keeley was over the moon. "Ninety percent? Really, Ms. Young? I swear on my life, every word I told you is true! If I've lied even once, let lightning strike me dead!"