With that, he pulled out a long-life lock—the same one I had painstakingly believed was meant for my Liam—and gently fastened it around Benny’s neck with an expression full of love and pride. But that wasn’t enough. Willy snapped his fingers and outside the funeral home, a dozen sports cars—each painted in vibrant, blinding colors—rolled into view.
“Here,” Willy said, grinning indulgently. “Dad knows you like bright colors. These are all yours.”
Sophia pouted playfully, clinging to Willy’s arm. “Willy, what about me? You can’t just spoil your son.”
Willy chuckled, gently tapping her nose. “Of course, I haven’t forgotten you.”
At his signal, two attendants stepped forward from each car, carrying more than thirty sets of exquisite jewelry. The collection varied in style and material, but they all had one thing in common—they were priceless.
One particular set caught my eye. It was a piece once worn by a royal consort from an ancient dynasty, something so rare and historical that its worth was incalculable.