Suspicious Visistor
"Who are you?" I asked the woman standing at the doorstep. She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You may not remember me, but I am your aunt—your father's cousin." I frowned. "Sorry, but I don’t recognize you. Not even from the past five years. If you’re really Papa’s cousin, why have you never shown up before?" She hesitated. "I was—" I cut her off, my patience wearing thin. "Forget everything else. Where were you when he was hospitalized for the last two months?" Anger boiled inside me—not just because she hadn’t visited Papa, but because her sudden appearance felt suspicious. And it wasn’t just any day. Today was the day Papa’s savings and PF amount were being released. Her expression turned defensive. "I had no idea my brother was so sick. The last time I spoke to him, he was in good health and was about to travel abroad!" I studied her closely. She knew about Papa’s office-sponsored trip to Australia, bu...