Because it had a large courtyard, I had been compensated with several new apartments and hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I was not surprised at all.
For years, Riley and I had a distant relationship; she rarely came by.
Her actions today had a motive.
I had thought about how to divide the property.
But that was for me to bring up, not her.
While playing with my grandson, I said lightly, "Let's talk about it in a few years."
Then, I tried to change the subject.
Riley immediately objected.
She said that while I was still healthy, we should sort everything out now, to avoid future conflicts between my son and daughter if something happened to me.
I chuckled coldly and said nothing. So, she remembered that Hassan had a sister, huh?
But her idea of "sorting everything out" was really just her way of saying she wanted all the assets for themselves.
How could I not understand her intentions?
I saw through it, but I chose not to call it out.
I said, "I have two children. When the time comes, they will each get half. What is there to figure out?"
Riley looked at me in shock, as if she had not expected me to divide my assets this way.
She seemed to be reminding me, "Gracie is a daughter."