Esme leaned back, her frustration palpable. "That's the question. If he's so desperate for family ties and land, why is he surrounded by luxury? It's almost as if he's trying to distract us from the truth."
Helga's curiosity ignited. "Maybe that acre has more value than we realize."
Esme shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "No, that's not right. I already checked on that land thoroughly. It's nothing special—just a regular plot of land. But here's where it gets weird: the land wasn't transferred to any individual; it was transferred to a charity."
Helga's brows knitted in confusion. "A charity? What kind of charity?"
Esme exhaled slowly. "The Kudo Charity. A pretty big one. And the thing is, it was founded by my mother before her accident."
