"Hmph! She jinxed my son to death, and now she dares to be late for something this important? She's showing my Herrera family no respect at all!"
How laughable.
Back when my parents were alive, she wouldn't have dared say such a thing to me. But now, with both my parents gone, she clearly saw me as an easy target—alone and without backing.
I pushed open the door. The living room was crowded with Herrera family relatives.
And there he was—Darwin, or rather, "Terrence" now—standing beside Sydney.
"Well, well, the illustrious Miss Molina finally arrives," one of them sneered before my mother-in-law could speak.
I shook the rain from my umbrella and stepped forward.
"Mom."
"Don't call me that! My son went out with you and ended up dead, yet you're still standing here, perfectly fine!"
I looked past her and stared at Terrence. His expression didn't change in the slightest.
He was indeed a master of pretending.
Sydney chimed in sweetly, "Auntie, since Nadine is here, let's begin reading the will."
The lawyer in a dark suit stepped forward, opening a folder.