Slowly, he turns his gaze to Mr. Park. “Have you confirmed the contents of the contract?”
“He’s taking everything,” Park replies. “As he said, he’s leaving you $3 million, one car, and that’s it.”
He nods, then beckons with a finger for the contract. Park hesitates but eventually passes it over.
He scans the pages for several minutes while Katy and I watch, every line of his expression tense, and every muscle coiled.
Finally, he picks up the pen. His eyes meet mine again, and he says slowly, “You have won.”
Then he signs every page.
When he slides the documents back, Katy exhales softly beside me. She tilts her Mac screen toward him. “We’ll also need you to sign an e-copy.”
My old man nods and signs it as easily as before. Even Mr. Park can’t hide his astonishment, his eyes fixed o
