Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

Freddie Tan, a senior partner at Singapore’s most prestigious law firm Tan and Tan, had
paid an unexpected visit to Tyersall Park. Aside from Bishop See, he had been the only
nonfamily member allowed into the private sanctum of his grandmother’s bedroom, and
the distinguished white-haired gentleman had arrived with a smart-looking Dunhill
briefcase and spent a rather long time behind closed doors with Su Yi. At some point
during their meeting, Professor Oon and his associate doctor were summoned into the
bedroom. Could they have been witnesses to the signing of a new will?
Eddie naturally hovered around outside her bedroom like a dog eager for scraps, and
when Freddie Tan emerged, he studied Eddie from cravat to wing tips and said, “You’re
Alix Young’s eldest boy, right? I haven’t seen you since you were a teenager, and now look
at you—man of the hour!” Freddie then proceeded to spend the next ten minutes chatting
with Eddie, asking after his wife and which schools his children attended. At the time, it
didn’t occur to Eddie why a man who had never paid him any attention before was
suddenly chatting him up like he was his biggest client. But now it dawned on him…did
his grandmother make him the heir to Tyersall Park? Was this why Freddie was calling
him the man of the hour?
As this epiphany was still settling in Eddie’s brain, he suddenly heard Alistair saying,
“You know, you really can’t blame Astrid for this. How would she know that the paparazzi
would be there? I’m sure she meant for this to be a very private moment.”
Fucky fuck! Eddie thought irritatedly. What the hell was Alistair doing defending
Astrid? Didn’t he realize that they all needed to play this to their advantage, especially
now when he stood to inherit the whole kit and caboodle. Eddie quickly cut in, drowning
out his brother. “Auntie Felicity, I am so sorry you had to be put through this horrible
scandal. What a disgrace!”
Alix scowled at her son, as if to say, Don’t make this any worse than it is!
Victoria spoke up. “Actually, I rather agree with Eddie. This is a complete disgrace. I
can’t believe Astrid would be so careless.”
Felicity pulled another piece of tissue out of her Jim Thompson silk pouch and sniffed
into it dramatically. “My hopeless daughter! We have spent all our lives protecting her
from the press, spent so much money protecting her from unwanted attention. And now
look how she’s repaid us!”
At the other end of the table, Piya Aakara whispered into her husband’s ear, “I don’t
understand what the big deal is. Her daughter just got engaged, and the pictures look
wonderful. Shouldn’t she be happy for her?”
“I don’t think Auntie Felicity approves of this fellow. And my family just doesn’t like to
see themselves in the press—ever,” Adam explained.
“Not even Tattle?”
Overhearing Piya’s comments, Victoria suddenly piped up, “Especially not Tattle. My
God, that ghastly magazine! You know, I wrote a few pieces for them back in the 1970s.
But then one day the editor said my stories were too ‘cultural’—yes, I believe that’s the
word he used. He said to me, and I’ll never forget it, ‘We don’t need any more stories on