My Grandma Left $100,000 to My Greedy Cousin – All I Got Was Her Old Dog, Which Turned Out to Be Hiding a Secret

I would have taken that job gladly, even if it came with nothing else.

But Mr. Harper cleared his throat again, and his expression shifted into something more careful.

“There is one more document,” he said, picking up the blue envelope I had not noticed before.

My heart did that weird stutter thing, like when you almost miss a step on the stairs.

“This is your grandmother’s final instruction,” he said. “She directed me to read it only after Bailey was officially accepted by his new owner.”

He looked at me.

“You have accepted him, Lily?”

I nodded, confused. “Of course.”

Zack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’ll take the dog, whatever. Can we be done now?”

Mr. Harper ignored him.

“Your grandmother also asked me to tell you to turn Bailey’s collar around and take a good look,” he said to me. “Specifically, his tag.”

For a second, I just blinked at him, but Bailey tilted his head and gave a soft whine, like he knew this part of the script already.

My hands shook as I reached down and turned the small round tag on his collar.

On the front were his name and the house phone number, worn almost smooth.

On the back were three neat lines that twisted my whole world in one second.

A small bank logo.

A 10-digit code.