Once Mithias and their attorney had left. Zyair turned to his grief-stricken adopted mother.
"Mom, I can't accept all this. Mithias was right in a sense he is Dad's brother."
Meena wiped away the last of her tears. She had to be strong now, her husband was gone and the piranhas of the business world would come in swarms for her son now.
"Zyair, don't you think your father knew that fact? Mithias and the rest of your father's family never accepted me because I couldn't give him an heir. But your father refused to let them dictate his life. All they cared about was usurping money from him. Caring about his well-being or not having an heir was just a ruse."
She got up and walked over to where Zyair was sitting, looking all crestfallen. His shoulders were slumped today. She placed a tender hand on his head and he lifted his saddened eyes to stare at the woman who had given him so much love in the last eight years.
