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, but what she probably didn’t know was that he hadn’t spent a single penny of his own. Maybe she assumed he had money—money she wanted to get her hands on through deception.

"What are you brooding over, dear? Don’t you believe me?" she asked, tilting her head. "Let me come in, and I’ll explain everything."

She smiled as she lightly pushed against me, trying to step inside.

I immediately jerked her hand away and stood my ground. "Listen, whoever you are… if you try to force your way in, I’ll shout and call everyone here. You can explain whatever you want to them."

She sighed, clearly irritated. "No need to create a scene. I just need a small favor, that’s all."

Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out a document—a banknote of some kind.

I glanced at it, and my jaw nearly dropped. The amount written was absurd. Unbelievable. Either she had gambled it away or the note was fake.

Steadying myself, I forced a polite smile. "Look, ma’am, why don’t you come back some other time? Better yet, let me give you my brother’s number. He can help you with that banknote… maybe even get it canceled, so you won’t have to pay a single penny."

I struggled to hold back my smirk.


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