Sasha was yelling through sobs. "Oh, Jim...! Why did you leave in such a rush...?"

She was wearing a brand-new black dress, the brooch at her collar glinting coldly in the evening light. She looked less like she was mourning and more like she had intentionally dressed herself up.

Rachel clenched her fists so hard, her nails dug into the flesh of her palms. How dare Sasha come to Jim's funeral to put on such a pretentious act? Was she still not giving up?

Rachel approached Sasha and asked unceremoniously, "Shall I call for security, or are you going to walk out by yourself?"

Sasha slowly turned around and pulled out a napkin from her bag. "Rachel, you can’t be this heartless! Your brother and I don’t have a roof over our heads anymore. We lead our lives exposed to the harsh elements outside. Now that your dad is gone, you should at least give us a portion of the Lloyd family inheritance. This is your dad’s medical report," Sasha said, passing Rachel a document.

It was a report from the city’s mental health institute, with the words “tendency for paranoid personality disorder” circled in red.

Rachel’s uncle inhaled sharply. “Jim was…”

“Don’t listen to her nonsense!” Rachel warned. “She found herself a fake doctor to do a check on Dad just to get her hands on the family inheritance. My dad lay on the bed, unable to make decisions for himself.”

“Oh, Rachel! You have such a poor memory!” Sasha anxiously explained. “I looked for a doctor to conduct a psychiatric assessment for your dad, and he diagnosed your dad as having a mental condition. In that case, your dad’s rewritten will is not legitimate. The distribution of his assets must be reconsidered.”

Rachel glared icily at Sasha. “Did you forget? The doctor made special emphasis back then, stating that it was just a stress response. It wasn’t an acceptable medical diagnosis.”

Sasha’s face paled. However, she quickly recovered and started to argue. “But his medical records serve as proof! He was mentally unstable when he wrote that will, and thus it is illegitimate in the eyes of the law!” She tilted her head, insisting, “We were once husband and wife. It makes no sense that the house and money all go to a brat like you!”

Rachel suddenly laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She walked to a table and opened the bottom-most drawer. Aside from the blood pressure medication Jim usually took, there was a metal tin box with a thin layer of dust on it.

When she poured out its contents, Sasha’s face paled even further. It was a thick pile of medical records, the latest one dated last month. The doctor’s signature was appended right there, every page indicating that the patient was “mentally clear and cognitively normal.”

“Dad was worried that you’d have your eyes on the inheritance and made a special effort to go for a psychiatric assessment every month.” Rachel pulled out a document and showed it to everyone around her. “There are even video archives of the will signing in the Public Notary Office. Two officers were present the day the will was signed, proving that Dad was as clear-minded as he could be.”

She paused for a while before continuing in a higher pitch. “But you, Sasha Dawson… You, on the other hand, stole two calligraphy paintings from his study. They’re still hanging in your brother’s living room, right? Should we go there and take a look right now?”

Sasha’s lips trembled, her shoulders shaking in fright. She had never expected Rachel to have all these ready despite being busy with so many things. All the complaints and cries she had prepared beforehand were stuck in her throat.

Rachel’s uncle pointed a finger at Sasha and yelled furiously, “My dad was blind to have married you back then!”