Ivan’s POV:
I froze, seeing the photo in my hand and understanding what that girl must have realized. The neighbor she mentioned was friends with her parents, and right after her parents' death, he had come to her, talking about a foster parent. At first, she told him that she didn’t need anyone and that the government could transfer everything to her after she turned 18, but he insisted she have a foster parent so she wouldn’t be lonely. And the main thing is her parents had died in a car accident.
“They… they must have killed my parents,” she whispered, and I asked Mario to call a female guard here.
“We are sorry for your loss, and I promise that we won’t leave that old hag and that neighbor alive, and you’ll get your properties soon. A girl will come here. Go with her and stay in the place she shows you until everything is done. He may come here. That’s dangerous,” I said and was about to leave when she stopped us.