Prying on the Dead  

"Why are you really here?"

Hazel's smile faltered. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked at her lawyer beside her.

"Actually," she started, crossing her fingers over the table. "Do you know that your mom owned a small house in Zone C? Our late father gave it to her since she was the eldest."

Ren frowned. Why hadn't he known of it in the past?

No, the question was, did her mother even know about it in the first place? Because if she did, then they wouldn't have to live in the slums in the first place, and his father wouldn't have died of pneumonia.

But what was the use? They died either way, even if they lived in one of the luxurious condominiums in Zone A.

However, Ren had to asked, "Does my mother know?"

Hazel shook her head. "No. Our father apparently didn't get the chance to say it in the end, and there's no will from our parents. We recently found out about it when we got the papers. The lot is named to your mother.