Epilogue

"What did you just say?"

My forehead creased as I looked at my parents. I was sitting on my couch when they came here. Their faces were angry and problematic at the same time.

"Damn it! They have a daughter!" My mom shouted while putting her hand on her forehead.

"Calm down. Pris will take care of this," Dad calmly said.

I stood up, still wondering what they're talking about. "Just tell me the problem," I coldly said.

"I thought they had only one child! I was wrong, son! They have a daughter! She's from New York. Her parents kept her for a long time. Goodness! That'd be their heir!" She shook her head, trying to calm herself but she failed.

"Go on, son. Move into her