Dorothy squinted her eyes open, where Stefan sat in front of her with an offended look playing on his face.

"Is everything alright?" Dorothy asked, noticing Stefan’s long face.

"It’s just your family keeps coming, trying to convince you to go home so they can read the family will," Stefan replied.

Dorothy sighed, wondering why they hadn’t given up yet. If they wanted to read the family will, then she would be fine if they read it without her. Even if she inherited anything, she wouldn’t accept it.

She suddenly thought of something. "I’ll go home," she told Stefan out of the blue.

"Why?" Stefan asked, his face a picture...