The butler, with reddened eyes, said, "Young Master, I beg you, please agree."
The lawyer cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Xizeer, you... may not know how much inheritance Mrs. Katherine has, so I..."
Xizeer interrupted him, "My family doesn't need this money, but my parents need me. They are getting older, and I have to be with them. If I spend three years wasting away here, no matter the amount of inheritance, I wouldn't be able to respect myself..."
Three years, 1095 days, spending so many lonely nights in a foreign country without returning home. How foolish must one be to agree to such a thing?
Xizeer wondered, was he the kind of person who was blinded by money?
To think that a little inheritance could buy him for three years? Ridiculous.
Never mind, considering she was about to die, he wouldn't mock her foolishness any further.
