He knew this storage room. He frequently entered it, so he was familiar with the arrangement of the items inside.
But a strange small leather case in the deep corner caught his eye.
He pried it open, and a stack of unfamiliar receipts appeared.
After reading just a few pages, blood rushed straight to his head.
The writing on the papers blurred before his eyes, like countless knives stabbing into his heart.
7.32 million dollars... 58,600 dollars... 117,200 dollars...
Every single entry was marked: Domestic Remittent.
He recalled Clara's words before she left.
"I never sent any messages asking for money! I never asked you for a penny! All these years, I kept taking care of our family. I was the one sending you money!"
He'd thought she was lying then.
But now...
In five years, she
