The Maid’s Toddler Copied the Mafia Boss’s Angry Face—His Reaction Made Everyone Laugh!
Chapter 7
The trust changed everything.
Daniel explained that Vincent’s father had created it before his death.
It was meant to prevent the criminal side of the family from controlling the legitimate businesses.
The money was legal.
The properties were legal.
The trust was separate.
But Richard had discovered it.
He needed Leo’s legal identity to activate certain provisions.
“Why would a child control anything?” I asked.
“Because your father was named as successor.”
Daniel nodded.
“And you?”
“I was supposed to protect it until Leo became an adult.”
I looked at him.
“You knew?”
“I found out after I disappeared.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“Because Richard had people watching everyone.”
I started crying.
“You let me think you were dead.”
“I thought it was the only way to keep you alive.”
“And Leo?”
“I watched him from a distance.”
I stared.
“You saw him?”
“Twice.”
“You never came near?”
“I wanted to.”
Vincent stood quietly.
Then asked,
“What exactly does Richard want?”
Daniel answered.
“Everything.”
The trust controlled property worth hundreds of millions.
But there was a second clause.
If the Blackwood family ever abandoned criminal activity, the trust would transfer completely into community ownership.
Richard wanted to stop that.
He needed Vincent to remain involved in the criminal organization.
Because if Vincent went legitimate, Richard would lose control.
Vincent looked at me.
“I can end it.”
Daniel stared.
“What?”
“The criminal side.”
“You can’t.”
“I can.”
“You’ll be killed.”
Vincent’s expression remained calm.
“Maybe.”
I spoke.
“You’re going to leave?”
He looked at me.
“I’ve already decided.”
“For what?”
“For my future.”
He looked at Leo.
“I want him to grow up without being afraid of my name.”
The room became quiet.
That night, Vincent called his men.
He told them he was restructuring everything.
No illegal operations.
No intimidation.
No weapons moving through the city.
No dirty money.
Some men left.
Some stayed.
Most were shocked.
Richard immediately made his move.
He leaked financial information to the media.
Vincent was portrayed as a criminal trying to hide his empire.
Investigators arrived.
But Vincent had prepared.
He opened every legitimate financial record.
He cooperated.
He surrendered properties connected to illegal activity.
He gave investigators evidence.
Richard’s network began collapsing.
But Richard still had one advantage.
He had Leo’s trust documents.
He had stolen them.
The original documents were gone.
The trust might be invalidated.
Daniel looked at Vincent.
“We need those papers.”
“I know.”
“How?”
Vincent looked at me.
“Maria.”
“Yes?”
“You found the first clue.”
I frowned.
“What clue?”
“The nursery.”
He explained that the original documents had never been in the safe.
They were hidden somewhere only my mother knew.
I remembered something.
“My mother’s old sewing box.”
We opened it.
Inside was a tiny envelope.
My mother’s handwriting.
For Leo.
I started crying.
She had known.
She had protected him.
Inside was a key.
And a note.
The child who has nothing to do with power is the one who should decide what happens to it.
Vincent looked at the words.
“She trusted him.”
Daniel nodded.
“She trusted everyone who loved the child.”
We used the key to open the final safe.
Inside was the original trust.
Everything.
The names.
The assets.
The protections.
And one final condition.
If the family member who controlled the trust willingly abandoned criminal activity, control would transfer to the child through an independent guardian.
Vincent read it.
Then looked at Daniel.
“That’s me.”
“Yes.”
He signed.
The trust was protected.
But Richard wouldn’t stop.
He sent one final message.
If Vincent chooses the child, I’ll take the child.
I looked at Leo.
He was asleep.
Vincent stepped beside me.
“No.”
I looked at him.
“No?”
“I don’t care what he wants.”
He lowered his voice.
“He isn’t taking my family.”
