I replied, "So what? She's also my child. I love both my children equally."
Riley added, "But Hassan is your eldest son. How could you bear to give his inheritance to an outsider?"
I responded coldly, "I am still alive. It's my property!"
Riley's eyes darted around, and then she smiled and put her arm around my shoulders.
"Kenya, you love your grandson the most. What's yours is Hassan's anyway, and eventually, it will all belong to your grandson."
Looking at Hassan, who remained silent, his head lowered while smoking, I felt my heart turn cold.
His silence said it all. He was thinking the same thing. Riley was just acting as his spokesperson.
Anger surged through me. My assets were not for anyone else to divide.
I would decide how to distribute them.
Their appetite for everything was just too much.
I stated that the assets would remain with me for now.
When I passed away, each of my children would receive half. I would ensure fairness.
There was a reason for my decision.
I loved both of my children. I had my pension, so they didn't need to spend money on me.
If I fell ill, they could take turns looking after me if they were available. If not, I would hire a caregiver.