End of the past

“Xavier,” someone called me.

I turned my head towards the source of the voice and there was a middle-aged man standing.

"Yes." I looked at him with suspicion. I never knew him or met him until now. He might be an acquaintance of my mother.

“I am a lawyer for your mother. She has written all her property in your name,” he introduced himself.

“Property? What property are you talking about?” I am not understanding a bit.

“She has earned more than enough in the past 5 years and it was all in your name. In simple words, you are a millionaire now,” he explained, to which I frowned and scrunched my eyebrows.

“I don’t need a single penny from her property. Donate them to an orphanage or to someone who is thirsty for money,” I replied arrogantly.

“It’s not just some thousands you can leave it like that. She has earned millions for you." The women who kept me captive till now spoke for the first time.

“When she sold her own son for the news of her personal and selfish reasons that day itself, I