“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

It was even revealed that this very house we lived in, the ownership of the land and the building, was entirely in Mrs. Vance’s name. Despite Mark always claiming to have remodeled it with his own effort. Upon hearing the list of assets, the expression on Mark’s face changed every second. Moving from astonishment to admiration and extreme regret, he clutched his head in frustration. He now realized he had been sleeping on a mountain of gold while treating the owner of that gold like trash. If only, if only he had been a little kinder to Mrs. Vance if he had truly cared for her. Perhaps now he would be enjoying all those luxuries.