Chapter 345

"Max is dead now. Annie is a pitiful old woman who lost her son. Since you're so compassionate, why don't you give her your house for her retirement? You're still young and a lawyer. In a few years, you can buy another house."

"You make it sound so easy! A house costs over a million. I'm still paying the mortgage. Where am I supposed to get money for another house?" Ms. Lawson retorted, flustered.

I replied sarcastically, "Weren't you always telling me to let go? It's just a house. Compared to losing my parents and child, it's nothing. Should be easy to let go of."

"I..." Ms. Lawson was at a loss for words, looking ashamed.

"How come when it's your turn, you can't convince yourself to let go?" I mocked.

"I... I misunderstood you before. I apologize," Ms. Lawson said sincerely. "Every time I visited Max, he'd tell me about his childhood and school days. His stories made me empathize strongly. Gradually, I started feeling sorry for him and his mother, thinking they had it tough and