Duron Street No. 111, fifth floor.
Aunt Lym stood before a crowd of relatives, her voice clearly recounting the hardships of the past.
Watching the relatives' faces adorned with feigned sorrow and their eyes filled with impatience, she sighed softly.
"I know what your purpose is in coming here,"
the elderly woman said slowly.
Her tone became devoid of any emotion.
The relatives were taken aback, and several eloquent ones were about to speak in their defense.
But the old lady did not give them the chance to speak.
She waved her hand and said,
"Hans Port holds wealth beyond the common man's wildest imagination."
"Gerard is the primary heir."
"He will have full control over this wealth."
"Jason is the secondary heir."
"He will receive something I have prepared for him."
"And you?"
At this point, the old woman deliberately paused.
As all the relatives were eagerly anticipating, she continued,
"Nothing at all!"
Nothing at all?!
The relatives were stunned.
