“You never met them?”
“No, everything was handled by a middleman.”
If they only knew the truth.
At least they hadn’t lost their money.
I walked away with a heavy heart—not because of the property, but because of how easily Angelica had lied about me. She had invented a sickness, used my supposed frailty to justify everything.
To her, I wasn’t a person with feelings. I was an obstacle to remove.
That night, I called Tito Jun again.
“Tito Jun… I need more help. I want to get back Ramon’s car, too.”
“That will be harder, Ma’am Rosa. The car was under your name, yes, but your daughter had a notarized authority to sell.”
“How is that possible?”
“It seems you signed it months after Ramon passed away. Do you remember?”
Yes. The moment she started planning everything.
I vaguely remembered signing papers she said were for funeral and inheritance requirements. I had been drowning in grief. I signed without reading.
“Is there a way to recover the car?”
“We’ll try. But it’s complicated. We must prove you signed under deception.”
“Let’s do it.”
