Chapter 2

I naturally didn't miss this moment, and my tone grew colder.

"Are you leaving on your own, or should I have the police escort you out?"

"No, no, don't call the police! Donald, do we really need to take it this far?"

"Dad, let him call the police! We haven't broken any laws. What are we afraid of? Some people here act all righteous, who knows what guilty secrets they're hiding!"

"Maurice, how can you talk like that? No matter what, Donald is still your brother-in-law."

Anderson tugged at Maurice's sleeve with displeasure.

"If you're going to leave, leave soon. It's getting dark, and I don't keep guests."

I made a gesture inviting them to leave.

"See that? You treat them like family, but they don't necessarily treat you the same way."

Carol glared at me.

"Exactly! He's the one who wronged Bruna first. She's barely buried, and he's already found another woman!"

"Donald must have been cheating on Bruna while she was still alive! Bruna can't rest in peace!"

"Even though Bruna is gone, we're still here to seek justice for her! Donald, if you have any shame at all, get out right now!"

Maurice aggressively punched the sandalwood chair, instantly creating a large hole in it.

"Maurice, you break things, you pay for them! Since you're Bruna's brother, I'll give you a discount on this $880,000 sandalwood chair—just pay me $300,000!"

As I spoke, I calmly poured myself a cup of tea.

"You're clearly extorting me! Donald, I'm telling you, we're keeping this house!"

"You cheated during your marriage—you're the guilty party. You should leave with nothing!"

"Impossible."

I leisurely sipped my tea, completely ignoring Carol's words.

Carol was so angry she opened her mouth several times but couldn't get a word out.

Then Anderson spoke up. Once again, he played the good guy.

"Donald, if this gets out, it won't be good for your reputation either. We can keep quiet about your infidelity, but this house..."

"It would be best if it's transferred to Maurice's name. Otherwise, we'll go to your company and make sure you're pointed at and talked about for the rest of your life, never able to hold your head up again."

"Think it over carefully."

"No need to think. If you want to make a scene, go ahead and do it everywhere. I don't care."

With my completely stubborn attitude, Maurice suddenly slapped a piece of paper on the table with a loud "smack."

"Donald, see for yourself! It clearly says 'I voluntarily gift my residential property to Maurice'! This is Bruna's will, and it has legal force!"

I didn't go over. I signaled Gina with my eyes.

Gina brought it over, and I glanced at it.

"This handwriting is indeed Bruna's, but who knows if it's real?"

"You scoundrel! You know perfectly well that the dead can't speak!"

"Yes, the dead can't speak."

My gaze sharpened as I repeated Maurice's words.