He frowned, his voice suddenly sharp. “What, two grands’ not enough for you? Aria, get this straight. Your mother was unemployed. For someone like her, earning two grands with her life is already a miracle. Don’t get greedy.”
I shook my head. “You misunderstand. I mean, you should be the one keeping this money.”
Caleb's brows knitted tightly, disgust flashing across his face. “Are you out of your mind? This is the money made from selling your own mother’s corpse. What does that have to do with me? Do you really think I’d take that kind of dirty money?”
Caleb grew up with only his mother. His father died early, and it was his mom who worked multiple jobs to raise him and pay for his law school dream, ruining her health in the process.
Witnessing all that, he devoted his life to his mom.
I used to wonder why, after his mother’s death, he never once went home, why he devoted himself completely to defending Brielle Carter, the assistant who killed her.
Now I knew. He thought it was my mother who died, not his.
I looked him straight in the eye and said calmly, “Caleb, I suggest you return that money and buy Mom’s body back. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”