He simply took a document from his briefcase and handed it to me."This is the inheritance agreement. Look it over, and if everything’s fine, sign it."…Pierse left everything to me.Not just the company, his savings, the house, and the car—but even his old family home in our hometown.In June, during my vacation, I took some time to go back.Over the years, the town had been transformed into a tourist destination, rebranded as a picturesque heritage village.Even the old houses on our street were sold off, repurposed for commercial use, all except for his.It had remained empty—never sold and always vacant.Since I had no desire to see my mother, Pierse and I hadn’t returned here in years.The journey was long and bumpy, and by the time I arrived, the sun was already setting.I unlocked the heavy bronze lock and pushed open the worn wooden door.Dust rose in the air.The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss.Next door, where m
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