“Well, Miss O’Reilly, this is your inheritance,” Mr. Connelly said in an exaggeratedly cheerful tone, looking warily at the wreck ten meters away from us. – Do you accept? What are the options? What other options do I have, may I ask? Unfortunately, they left us no choice! “Yes, I accept,” I answered with a sigh and turned to the elderly notary: “Where you need to sign.”