For several seconds, nobody moved.
The only sound that could be heard was the faint rustling of the leaves from the mango tree outside the house and the distant crashing of the waves.
Prince remained standing in front of the lawyer, staring at the envelope in his hand as though it contained something far more dangerous than paper.
His father was ill.
Those three words seemed to have settled heavily inside the room.
Jeanna glanced at Kim.
The woman who was usually quick with a sarcastic remark had gone completely silent. Even Ric, who had been sitting on the sofa a while ago, was now standing with his arms crossed, watching Prince carefully.
Finally, Prince reached for the envelope.
“Gaano kalala?” he asked.
The lawyer hesitated.
“Your father doesn't want me to discuss his medical
