After my wife passed away, we had an inheritance meeting. My daughter-in-law smiled coldly and said, “Your wife is gone, you will transfer the company into my son’s name and take care of yourself, won’t you?” I just smiled. It wasn’t until my lawyer walked in and read out… the DNA. My name is Jacob Peterson, and I’m 65 years old. This story isn’t about grief. It’s about a quiet war that unfolded inside a Chicago boardroom built on four decades of sweat, sacrifice, and long-haul mornings on Ameri