Sure enough, the keys were right there in the drawer, and I was overjoyed.
That was my habit, keeping important things in the second drawer on the right of my desk.
Jaylan, having lived with me for a while, had grown accustomed to this habit as well.
I took out the keys and went straight to the safe, inputting the same code he uses for his laptop. Sure enough, the lock clicked open.
The safe wasn't overflowing, just some cash, foreign currency, and a box containing a few of my valuable pieces of jewelry.
But what caught my attention most were the documents stacked inside.
I felt a strange, creeping anxiety as I reached in with trembling hands, pulling out the stack of papers.
I was taken aback when I first laid eyes on the documents.
The top one was a property mortgage contract, but as I dug deeper, my surprise turned into a gasp of cold, hard realization.
These mortgage contracts included shares in the company, a plot of land we had originally planned to build a factory on, several of our real estate properties, including those under my name, my car, and even the villa we were living in. The absurd part was, there were two mortgage contracts for the villa. Upon closer inspection, I realized it had been mortgaged twice.
My heart sank, chilling me to the bone. What the hell was Jaylan up to?
Underneath these contracts, I found two of my insurance policies, both with substantial coverage, one for serious illness and the other for accidents, with Jaylan as the beneficiary.
Although every family member was covered, mine had the highest amount. And of course, he was the beneficiary.
The thought filled me with dread. The dates on the policies ranged from a few years ago to just two years ago. I vaguely remembered that after I gave birth to Carl, Jaylan had insisted I have a thorough medical checkup.
Could that have been a standard insurance medical exam? And then I...
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