My Son Slapped Me After My Wife’s Funeral, Then Tried To Steal The Fortune I Inherited

slightly, but his eyes were clear.

“Ernesto,” he said.

For one breath, I forgot he was dead.

“I imagine you’re trying to refuse what I left you,” he continued. “Don’t.”

A broken laugh escaped me.

“I’m gone,” he said, “and you’re still stubborn. Let me win this one.”

Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them.

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