“Read it,” he said.
I opened it… and froze.
It wasn’t a promissory note. Nor was it a thank-you letter.
It was a will—in which he specified that the entire three-story house in the city center and a plot of land measuring over 300 square meters in the most commercial area of town would be left to me.
I looked up, and before I could say anything, my father smiled:
“All my life, I just wanted to know… who, in difficult times, would truly support me.”
At that moment, I was moved and my eyes were moist.
And just then, I heard footsteps at the door: it was my two older brothers.
Their gazes fell on the will in their hands, and their faces changed color.
They stood there, motionless.
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