At the funeral, the entire city mourned.
Customers.
Friends.
Employees.
Neighbors.
Everyone spoke about Boris’s kindness and generosity.
Meanwhile, standing in the front row wearing elegant black suits were:
- Jean
- Lucas
- Simon
Pretending to cry.
Pretending to grieve.
Pretending to mourn the man they murdered.
Kafui watched them carefully throughout the ceremony.
A mother knows.
Something in their eyes betrayed them.
Not sorrow.
Fear.
And greed.
When she overheard Simon quietly discussing business clients after the burial, her suspicion became certainty.
They thought Boris was gone.
They thought his empire now belonged to vultures.
But they forgot one thing:
A grieving mother has nothing left to fear.
