Chapter 626

The hospital morgue was icy cold.

Bianca Semona stood alone at the entrance, her fingers clutching the hem of her shirt. Her parents' bodies lay inside, waiting for their only daughter to claim them.

"Uncle, can you come help me?" Her voice trembled as she made the call.

The sound of clinking mahjong tiles came through the phone. "Ah, Bianca, I'm in the middle of an important business negotiation. Handle it yourself."

"Auntie..."

"Bianca, I'm vacationing in the Maldives. Don't bother me with such unlucky matters."

One call after another went unanswered. Relatives were either out of town or too busy. Even her eldest uncle hung up on her without a word.

She arranged the hearse alone.

She completed the cremation paperwork alone.

At the funeral, only a handful of distant relatives showed up. None of the "close friends" who once surrounded her father made an appearance.

The mourning hall was eerily silent.

Biting her lip, Bianca pulled out her phone to contact work. She had to pull herself together quickly.

"Miss Semona, the project has already been reassigned."

"Sorry, we've found a more suitable candidate."

Each rejection was colder than the last.

She suddenly realized—without her father's influence, she was nothing.

"I still have money," she muttered, checking her bank account.

The balance made her blood run cold.

Those relatives who had eagerly helped her with "her father's paperwork" days ago had been transferring assets behind her back.

Every document she signed had unknowingly handed over her family's wealth.

The wind howled on the rooftop.

Bianca stood at the edge, staring down at the ant-like pedestrians below.

One step forward, and all the pain would end.

"What a waste, to die like this."

The unfamiliar voice made her whirl around.

A young woman stood a few feet away, a faint smile playing on her lips.