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Chapter 12

"I, Saint Suppapong, a Thai national with ID number 4-8547-01245-28-9, write this holographic will to leave all the money in my bank accounts to my daughter, Lyra Suppapong Armstrong, which includes all related shares." Becky listened as the lawyer read Saint's will.

"Sorry? The money from all his accounts?" She was clearly shocked.

"That's correct."

"Since your daughter is a minor, you will be in charge of those assets. You will serve as a trustee."

"No, I don't want Saint's money," Becky said immediately.

"He left it to your daughter, not you."

She scoffed, "Well, I don’t want it for her."

"Look, Saint had another life. He had another wife..."

"According to article 166 of the civil code, you can't deny your child's rights as the beneficiary. You also can't transfer her property." The lawyer explained patiently.

"I can't refuse it?" Becky asked, realizing the implications.

"Not without just cause and prior approval from the Department of Justice."

"But that means giving up all your daughter's rights to those assets."

This was not at all what Becky had expected. She was sure this would only add to Freen's pain. She had no idea how to handle the situation.

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"Well, we don't know who broke the window, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a burglar. It must have been a raccoon looking for a sandwich," Heng said while holding Lyra in his arms, trying to calm her down.

"Look at this mess, Lyra! I think it wanted some chips," Freen added, kneeling in front of the girl and ruffling her hair.

"You're sleepy. Shall we go to bed, darling?" she asked, but Lyra shook her head no.

"Just for a little while?" Freen pleaded.

"Yes."

"Come here." Freen said as she picked the girl up.

"Go back to the station and get this to the lab right away," Heng instructed the other officers who were examining the scene.

"You're good with kids," Freen said, returning to the living room.

"Yeah. My wife didn’t want any."

He paused, as if lost in thought.

"I know I could have convinced her, but in the end, I got a dog."

Freen noticed the genuine longing in his eyes.

"Did you tell Becky?" he asked.

"She's not answering. She's at the reading of the will." She paused, looking at him for a reaction. Fortunately, he hadn’t asked about why she had been in Becky's bed the other day. Even if he did, she didn't have an answer.

"I didn't want to go," she added.

He nodded, not seeking an explanation.

"Do you think they took anything of Saint's?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know... He was involved in illegal dealings. Do you think this has anything to do with some sort of mafia?"

"Mafia? No, I don't think so."

"Saint was an expert in financial engineering. He helped neighbors with their businesses, and I think that’s all he did," he replied.