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Her hair is thick and black. After removing the hairband, she meticulously combs her hair with a brush.

In front of her, there is a bright and delicate mirror.

“Miss Fern, Lawyer Archeus is here,” Tomer, the housekeeper, said softly.

“Have him wait for me in the living room.”

“Alright.”

Yolanda undresses her coat, changes into a simple sweater, wraps a shawl around her shoulders, and then goes downstairs.

On the living room couch, a middle-aged man is sitting. He wears glasses and next to him is a briefcase.

“Miss Fern, hello.”

As Yolanda enters, Lawyer Archeus quickly stands up; two sharp eyes are behind his glasses.

“Hello, sit.”

Yolanda looks weary, with faint dark circles under her eyes, as if she hasn’t slept for days and nights.

“Lawyer Archeus, as we discussed on the phone last time, I hope you’ll cooperate with me fully,” Yolanda said calmly.

“Miss Yolanda, I have prepared all the relevant clauses which I’ll leave with you to review,” Lawyer Archeus responded, “You are Mr. Cheney’s fiancée, entitled to legal inheritance. But Mr. Cheney has a son, which complicates matters significantly.”

“Speak plainly.”

Yolanda picks up a cup of tea.

The tea fuzzes with a white mist. Her face seen through the mist looks hazy, and there’s an unfathomable glimmer in her eyes.

“Although Mr. Cheney’s son is still young, he shares direct blood ties with Mr. Cheney. Most of Mr. Cheney’s property should be inherited by his son. As a widow, your inheritance rights are not direct,” Lawyer Archeus explained calmly.

“Moreover, Miss Fern, according to your statement, the biological mother of Mr. Cheney’s son has yet to be found. If she has passed, there would be no dispute. But if she’s alive and should appear, she also has inheritance rights.”

“Miss Fern, Mr. Cheney’s wealth is colossal, however, he has only one direct descendant—his son. If you wish to inherit all of his property, it’s not without difficulty…” Lawyer Archeus stopped short.

Yolanda tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a dull glint flickered in her eyes.

” How could I possibly have come to Landon for Mr. Cheney’s property when his body isn’t even cold yet?” Yolanda responded coolly, “Lawyer Archeus, I’m the person who’s suffered the most from Mr. Cheney’s passing.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Leave all the files here, no need for further discussion.”

“Alright.”

Lawyer Archeus began to sort out the files on his desk, categorizing them for Yolanda.

Just then, Yolanda’s phone rang.

“Excuse me, I need to take this call.”

Tiredly, Yolanda stood up with her phone and went to the inner room.

“Chris.”

“Yolanda, how are you doing? How’s everything in Landon? I’ll come and keep you company in a few days.”

“I can manage, you don’t need to come.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. You must trust me, I have the ability to handle everything.”

Yolanda looked outside the window, her face devoid of much emotion, but she spoke with her usual gentle tone.

“I do trust you, but I think it’d be better if I’m there with you, right? Remember to take your medicine on time and dress warmly when it’s cold. Other than that, there isn’t much I can remind you of,” sighed Chris Fern.

The face of Chris, still boyish looking, stirred up in Yolanda’s mind, making her rub her forehead and smile.

“Chris, I’m older than you. I should be the one reminding you. Don’t overwork yourself after surgery, try to relax too.”

“I know, I know,” Chris chuckled, “Yolanda, I want to see you.”

“Alright, don’t act like a kid,” Yolanda said, and then she laughed too.