207 AN UNREMARKABLE MAN (2/2)
He packed up his gear, checked the room and left the building. It had been so easy that he felt that he did not deserve the high pay that he had gotten for the job. But again, who understood what went on in crazy women's minds?
\”Ms Hu, I am sorry for your loss. Your father, he was a great man. He had the hands of a healer.\” A middle-aged man shook Hu Lei's hand when she entered the office.
This old man was her father's lawyer as well as the executor of his will. Hu Lei nodded slightly towards him. \”Thank you. I know that he died doing what he loved.\”
\”Do you know the circumstances of his death?\” The curiosity in the man's eyes could not be concealed.
Hu Lei sighed and shook her head. \”I do not know. He was doing his charity work somewhere overseas. I was also shocked to hear about his demise.\”
The ease with which she told the lies would have shocked those who had come to know her in the recent past. There was no hint of unnaturalness in her speech, emotion or facial expression. No one could guess that she had witnessed the death of her father.
\”It is truly sad.\” The lawyer sighed. \”As you can guess, your father bequeathed all of his belongings to you. You know that he was not a materialistic man. However, many of the people that he helped gave him a lot of property for which I was responsible.\”
Hu Lei nodded. She had expected as much. She signed the documents and thanked the lawyer for handling the rest. He promised to let her know once everything was finalised. Just as she was about to stand and leave, he stopped her.
\”Miss Hu, your father also left a letter for you. I am not sure if it will help you because it was written quite a while ago, but it is my responsibility to hand it to you.\” He passed to her a brownish envelope. \”I hope it will bring you comfort in this tough time.
Hu Lei thanked him once again, took the letter and left.
When she was leaving the building, she had the intention to go back to her apartment directly so that she could wait for Chen Li. However, curiosity, or perhaps it was her longing for her father's voice, got to her. She chose a bench in the garden outside the building and opened the letter.