Stunned, I stared at her. "What... what did you just say?"
"Fifty thousand? You want a private settlement?"
Was she serious? The one lying in the morgue was her own mother!
Her parents had divorced when she was still little. Her father sold the house, took all the money, and ran away. It was her mother who raised her alone. For her daughter's sake, she never remarried, never once put her child second.
And yet now...
"What's wrong? Too little money?" Abigail asked flatly.
I opened my mouth, my voice trembling.
"This isn't about money, Abigail. Don't you understand? The victim... the one who died... was our mother!"
I had spoken cautiously, afraid she couldn't bear the truth.
But she only checked her watch, frowning with impatience. "I know. You don't need to repeat it. Since it's not about the amount, then hurry up and sign. Don't waste my time—I still have things to do."
My hands shook as I flipped through the agreement, not sure where to begin.
Then one line hit me like a blow, and my pupils shrank.