5 years later...
Lola
No! No no no no no. This was impossible.
— This is wrong. I looked helplessly at my mother's lawyer, Lucas Thompson.
His expression was apologetic, accentuated by a shrug. — This was your mother's wish.
I shook my head. — No, it wasn't. I turned my head, looking at my father, who seemed to be trying his best to appear indifferent, but I didn't miss his subtle smile.
— What did you do? I demanded. I wasn't usually an aggressive person, but I had grown a lot in the past five years and learned to speak up when necessary. And right now, it was more than necessary. I had just found out that my late mother was giving everything she had to my father. When she promised to fix things.
He turned to look at me, trying to have the same apologetic expression that Lucas had,
