- 5.
I was about to push the door open, but I
stopped.
The conversation inside continued, and I
started recording.
“Ashley won’t suspect a thing. She’s always
been so obedient. Knowing I’m leaving her the
inheritance will make her even more willing.”
“I don’t want to burden you with taking care
of me. A man like you shouldn’t have to do
that kind of work; it’ll affect your ability to
earn money. I’ll have her quit her job and take
care of me full–time.”
<
Hearing her say these words again left me
completely unmoved.
This so–called “mother” no longer had the
power to affect me.
Only then did I push the door open.
Mom jumped, dropping her phone.
She glared at me, flustered. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why didn’t you make
any noise?”
It was obvious she was guilty.
く
I put on an innocent face. “What’s wrong,
Mom? I’m always like this. Who were you
talking to so intently?”
Mom looked panicked. “What did you hear?”
Instead of answering, I asked, “Weren’t you
just on the phone?”
Mom glared at me again and changed the
subject. “I see your husband doesn’t want to
take care of me at all. As soon as you
mentioned it, he left without a second
thought.”
I looked at her coldly. “He has no obligation
to take care of you.”
く
“You… he’s your husband! I’m his mother–in-
law! Of course, he has an obligation!”
I didn’t bother arguing, sitting down beside
her bed.
“Mom, weren’t you going to write that will
yesterday? How’s it coming along?”
Mom turned away, pulling out a pen and
paper. “There are some words I don’t know
how to write. I haven’t finished it yet. Maybe
you could help me with the rest?”
In my past life, the reason her will wasn’t valid
was that it wasn’t entirely written by her.
く
She and my brother went and got a notarized
will, which was legally binding, and he
inherited everything.
“It’s okay, Mom. I can type the words you
don’t know into my phone, and you can just
copy them.”
I tossed the sheet she’d written yesterday into
the trash before she could stop me.
Mom looked like she wanted to explode but
held back for some reason.
While she wasn’t looking, I turned on the tiny
camera I’d brought with me.
<
The lawyer had told me yesterday that
besides being handwritten, a holographic will
was best recorded as evidence.
Mom had no choice but to write it again.
She kept trying to get me to write parts of it, but I refused every time.
“Are you happy now? I’ve left you everything. Now you have to take good care of me from
now on.
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