Since the funeral wasn’t my responsibility, and no one in her family cared, why should I, as the brother-in-law, shoulder the burden?
I shrugged.
“What else should I be doing, Olivia? Do you think I deserve to exhaust myself for your company while you flirt and cozy up with your assistant here?”
“You really take me for a fool.”
Just then, her assistant called.
“Ms. Carter, that one-million-dollar check—Mr. Carter refused it. He said you should handle the funeral yourself.”
“I understand.”
After hanging up, Olivia smirked at me and tossed several more checks in my face.
“Don’t be ungrateful. A million is more than enough for one life. Your brother was useless anyway, couldn’t do a single job right. Dying isn’t a loss.”
“If you think that’s not enough, here’s another five million. Satisfied now?”
I didn’t even look at the checks, only stared at her coldly.
“My brother, useless?”
I was baffled.
My younger brother had just been admitted to MIT, known as a top student far beyond the reach of most.
Her words made no sense.
Olivia flung a report at me.