Chapter 2
As soon as he got home, Clayton carefully tried to recall every detail, afraid he might have missed something. Slowly, he became familiar with his surroundings and started mimicking the original owner's appearance and posture as closely as possible.
Whether because two souls had merged or due to some kind of muscle memory, Clayton's assimilation went surprisingly smoothly.
Just as he felt somewhat satisfied and was about to rest, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Clayton frowned, immediately suspecting the group from earlier had returned to bother him.
Still in a bad mood, a young woman entered the house. Seeing her, Clayton's irritation quickly turned to anger.
However, she seemed oblivious to his expression. Instead, she spoke with a concerned tone, "Little Clay, are you alright? I'm so sorry for your loss. Your life is still long—you have so much ahead of you. I hope you stay strong, okay?"
Hearing those kind words, Clayton's anger softened. A touch of emotion stirred within him—someone still cared. The more he thought about it, the more he felt touched... and guilty.
But before the tears could fall, the woman's next words silenced him.
"I know your situation is tough. How about selling this house? I can help find the right buyer, someone who won't take advantage of you. Though I don't know much, I have plenty of acquaintances. Surely one of them would be interested."
"And since I consider you like a little brother, I won't take a high commission. Just 10% of the selling price."
Hearing that, Clayton couldn't stop a curse from forming in his mind. A "good friend," huh? So this woman was after his house too. Even if her commission was zero, he still wouldn't sell it!