a

uit and red tie did not bother to sit down for this meeting. He looked like he was in his fifties, with a recedin

or words. Mr. Twain would not fully understand how it felt

how people would describe their lives if they sud

y lower lip and chin as if I could not trust myself to speak. The whole wall panel was made of reinforced glass. It was a g

partment with my mom for most of my adult life. She died the year bef

years ago and that he and my mother went th

er everything had been processed. It was probably an amount I had not

about my parents was a lie. How do you think I should react to that?" I asked, tr

us on the billions," he answe

er to everything. "But I am not a little child anymore. I can work to earn my

er. Have you ever wondered how you managed to get th

ted believing through the years. My father had been too guilty about the divorce that he paid for my tuition. I had t

hat the divorce w

ys thought my father paid for my tuition, and I wor

ly. It was cirrhosis of the liver that did him

it was the case. Mr. Edgar Malcolm drank a lot, and hi

me I had never heard of him? How did he not come and visit, especially during the to

or the breakdown of her marriage. It's difficult, yes, but you

see, even with the billions, it is

can change the present, Mr. Malcolm. We can also legally cha

d. I am his only biological child, but he never cam

ed a drawer. He took a folder, and then he walked towards me with it in

was Mr. Sangster from ab

he deceased billionaire

He has four adopted children, all adults. They expect to divide the money among themselves. Meanwhile, here I am