Chapter 7: Massive Jugs
"Seriously, you are going to give him half of the family’s property?!" Belinda shouted, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as she looked at her sister like a crazed woman.
"Rephrase that. My property, not yours. I already gave you your own half two years ago, and you squandered and sold everything, while I multiplied mine. So, you have no business with what I should do with my own property, Belinda!" Ruth yelled back at her, pointing fingers at her sister.
The reason for their argument was because Ruth had summoned her lawyer and told him to prepare all the necessary documents to transfer half of her will. Belinda, who had overheard the conversation, confronted her sister immediately after the lawyer left.
"Sister, you’ll regret this..." Belinda said, shaking her head slowly, her voice laced with frustration.
"At least, not more than I regret giving you half of the property back then, only for you to squander everything. I bet Dapper will put it to better use than you ever did," Ruth said, her expression burning with anger.
Suddenly, Belinda’s face turned red and she started crying, her voice trembling.
"Sister, why are you using what happened back then to judge me? I told you that was a mistake. Apart from the fact that I have issues with Dapper, I’m just worried that you’re giving him half of your property just like that," Belinda sniffed, cleaning her watery eyes with her sleeve.
Ruth then regretted why she brought up the topic in the first place. "I am sorry about saying that, Belinda. It’s just that you keep making me angry," Ruth said, sitting down beside her sister, gently patting her back. Even though she wanted to berate Belinda more, she couldn’t bring herself to do it—not while her sister was crying. After their parents died, she had taken up the responsibility of looking after her little sister.
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The two boys, Yavo Adryel and Lice Trephor, were his Predecessor’s best friends. For some reason, Dapper couldn’t help but smile upon seeing them, even though he didn’t want to. It was like a muscle memory.
Yavo and Lice stopped in front of Dapper, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath. Yavo was a tan-skinned boy, standing around five-foot-ten, with short, spiky red hair and black eyes. His overly sharp chin gave him the unsettling appearance of a creep. On the other hand, Lice was a fat, chubby boy, standing around five-foot-nine, with short black hair slicked back and brown eyes that were partially obstructed by the thick black-framed glasses he wore. Lice wasn’t too fat, but he was still on the heavy side nonetheless.