My eyes immediately turned red.
So my mom had already thought everything through for me.
All the assets she prepared were premarital property. My dad didn’t even know about them.
She loved him, but she never fully trusted men—so she left everything to me.
Hunter added, almost as an afterthought, “And hey, about what happened back then, stop doubting your mom. She would never hurt anyone, and she definitely wouldn’t kill someone just to climb higher. Your parents dated overseas for a full year before getting married. People from that generation all know this.”
“It’s just that your brother was too stupid to bother checking.”
That was when I finally broke down, tears spilling uncontrollably.
The tight knot that had been sitting in my chest for years felt like it was finally being loosened.
My mom wasn’t a murderer.
She loved me more than anything.
Just thinking about those two things made my whole body feel warm.
By the time we reached my place, it was already late.
Hunter told me to get some rest, then said that in a few days he could go to Canada with me. He had businesses there too, so I didn’t need to be afraid.
I smiled and said I wasn’t a kid anymore.