Water That Goes Crazy (JenLisa)

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At night, I returned to my house where the draft was blowing, turned on my computer, and checked my e-mail.

I received an email from a lawyer who manages my assets. I live in a hovel like this, but I have a fair amount of assets. That's enough assets to be able to live my whole life without a job at this age.

It's not that I did anything, it's just that I inherited a huge inheritance from my parents who passed away about three years ago.

Not only the succession to assets but also all of my external interactions are handled by the lawyer.

I'm a little reluctant to entrust her with chores that go beyond the scope of a lawyer's work, but I've given her compensation that's worth it. More than that, it seems that she was quite close to my parents, and I think the best reason for her to go this far is that she is very knowledgeable about my circumstances.

The email from the lawyer was a message that the new residence that I had requested had been found. It was written that the house was in bad condition and that it would take some time to repair it.

I sent a statement that I understood the content and closed the computer.

I'm not interested in the relationship between my parents and lawyers, so I've never heard of it. Before I knew it, the lawyer was at my house, and when my parents died, she threw off a wave of invaders and let me inherit, so I'm sure she's a talented lawyer.

We had a lot of trouble when it came to inheritance. That's because the main reason was that I wasn't related to my parents by blood.

When I was about ten years old, I was taken in by Manoban's family and named Lisa Manoban. Both Manoban's father and mother were over their 60th birthday when I was adopted. They may look like a philanthropist in the eyes of others. Because they took someone who had special circumstances and couldn't get used to any of the facilities and transferred around.

But I thought they were weirdos who had too much money and time. At the same time, I also think they are good people.

They took care of me and nurtured me like a pet.

For me, who can't get along with people, they helped me acquire all the necessary knowledge through tutoring and correspondence education.

Every time they had a chance, they dressed me in cute clothes, took pictures of me, and hung them all over the room. They prepared delicious meals every day, and never scolded me.

Almost any wish was granted, and the only things that were forbidden were to leave Manoban's mansion without permission and to approach the sea.

I wanted to go to the sea, but there was nothing I could do at that time, so seeing from the outside, life-like house arrest didn't bother me.

To be honest, I had no interest in Manoban's parents who raised me like that, nor in the world at all. I just thought that I was just enjoying what I was given and being kept alive.

Even though they treated me as a pet, I have a little feeling of gratitude towards Manoban's parents, who took care of me when I never tried to get used to them. But more than that I had a strong feeling of grossness toward them.

I've never understood the urge to take someone like me and show them affection in any way. It was after my parents died one after another that I finally understood how Manoban's parents felt.

I decided to entrust the legal counsel to deal with the seemingly unheard-of things that came out of nowhere over the inheritance and organize the belongings left behind by my parents in the mansion.

It seems that the parents had in-depth discussions with their corporate lawyer in anticipation of such complications arising from the inheritance. If that's the case, things will go smoother if I don't join. Besides, I didn't want to come face to face with people I didn't know.

Next to my parent's bedroom, there is a closet of about over 15 square meters. I look around inside and check what kind of things there are while thinking about asking a contractor to dispose of clothes and precious metals through a lawyer.

I was able to walk around the mansion freely, but I wasn't allowed to enter this closet. I feel that there is nothing particularly unusual in the closet that I see for the first time.

Perhaps my parents were the type of people who take good care of things, there were some clothes for young people that had gone out of fashion a long time ago.

I found a dusty box in the back of the closet. It's a 40 cm square box made of rattan. It turns out that it had been left untouched for years. I dragged the box to the middle of the closet and opened the lid. What came out were albums and certificates. 'Ms. Lisa Manoban" was written on the award certificate. However, I have no recollection of receiving such a certificate.

When I opened the album, I saw there was a happy appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Manoban in their young days. A baby is held in the mother's arms.

The baby grew with each turn of the album. From a carefree smiling girl to a beautiful woman. Every corner of the photo was full of peace and happy moments between Mr. and Mrs. Manoban and the woman.

When I saw the woman's face, I felt like I could finally love Mr. and Mrs. Manoban a little more.

The woman in this photo was the reason why Mr. and Mrs. Manoban adopted me. I knew this woman —Lisa Manoban.

They never believed me, but I have memories from the time I was born.

Lisa Manoban was in my childhood memories.