The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“This isn’t all,” the woman said. “He wrote a will before he passed away, stating that he wanted. to sell this Starhill Garden house and give all the proceeds to his mistress as if taking care of her for the rest of her life. Can you believe it? It’s enough to drive me crazy!”

“Indeed!” Doris thought of her sister and remarked, “This property is part of your marriage assets. Why should you sell it and give the money to his mistress?”

“But he left a will,” the woman said. “If I don’t follow it, his family will blame me for going against his wishes.”

“So, what do you plan to do?” Doris seemed to understand the woman’s thoughts.

“Well, since that jerk specified that all the money from selling the house goes to his mistress, I’ll just do as he said.”

“Are you suggesting…”

The woman raised a finger, “I’ll sell it for one dollar, and then donate all the house to the mistress, as per the will!”

“One dollar?” Doris exclaimed. “Isn’t that too cheap?”

“What? Do you want me to sell it for two dollars and give that bitch an extra dollar? Am I supposed to be that generous?”

Doris, “…” Wasn’t it more complicated than that?

for, according to the will, the money has to be given to the mistress. Could it be that selling it for more money would mean she’s practically helping that

absolutely out of

and she still feels like she’s giving it away too

be lucky she’s not getting slapped for

she wants a share of the property!

giving away that one dollar? I can’t

welled up in the woman’s eyes. “Maybe, Ms. Doris, can you negotiate? Would one cent work? One cent feels just right to

magnanimous and give her the dollar.

advice. Deal!” The woman turned to Haider. “The property contract is being transferred to Ms. Doris. Help with

please sign the

Doris hasn’t transferred the house

Doris opened her bead bag, “I have the

steel coin and handed it to the woman, saying,

coin, “I’ll donate the entire house payment to our mistress. She’s counting on this money to live

woman carefully placed the one-yuan steel coin in her wallet, wrote

she was about to leave the bubble tea shop, she turned back and

looking down at his phone, his

well she had played her part,

the woman drove