C34 (2/2)

After thinking about it, he decided to pretend that he did not know. Even if I asked this question, he would not get to the bottom of it, because if I did, there can only be one result, and that is that Samit fell out with me. He took away a few million rupees, but in the end, it was just a spiritual Legacy.

Today is the forty-eighth day of chanting for Second Uncle. After I finished chanting with a head full of sweat, I feel like I'm about to collapse.

If I were to go out of my house and become a monk, I would feel that I would be the most qualified one, and those monks would definitely not be as familiar as me.

The reason why he felt so drained right now was because the closer they got to the day, the more nervous they became.

Today was the penultimate day, but Second Uncle still had no reaction.

My aunt used a towel to wipe my sweat. Her hands were trembling, and I knew that she was even more nervous than I was. In comparison, his relationship with Second Uncle was even closer than mine.

I called Samit, wanting to tell him the situation. If tomorrow's last time still wasn't enough, he can think of another way.

But strangely, Samit's phone was turned off! This was very rare. As a businessman, it was very difficult for people like him to have their phones turned off.

But I didn't think too much about it. It could have been a sudden power loss or something.

Faintly asleep, in the middle of the night, I felt a soft body against my chest, and the natural fragrance of a woman's body assaulted my nostrils. I did not dare to move, nor did I dare to make a sound.

It was my aunt who woke me up after dawn. It was time to recite.

After getting up, eat breakfast, then bathe and change clothes, then began to chant.

I felt every word was a torment to me.

Three hours passed and Second Uncle still had not moved.

I called Samit again, still with the phone turned off.

At night, for the last three hours.

While I was reciting, Second Uncle's forehead suddenly started to sweat. The sweat flowed down his forehead and then his head moved.

At midnight, the bell rang, and the last chanting time was up. However, Second Uncle still had not woken up.

My aunt sat aside, her face pained by the rain, and she took my arm and sobbed until she was leaning against me.

I did not refuse. This young aunt had borne too many things that she should not have, and did not dare to bear children. Her husband had become a vegetable, and he was a widow at such a young age that no matter how much money he had, what could he do?

I hugged my aunt too, hoping she would be stronger, but I was also a little flustered.

I called Samit again, but the notification sound still came from my phone.

I didn't sleep all night. Early the next morning, I went to look for him at the store as soon as dawn arrived. I knocked for a long time, but no one answered.

After thinking about it, I took the bus to Baruch, intending to go to his house, the place where I had first given him his things.

Arriving at his house, I endured the stench of the sewers and finally made it to his house, treading on the muddy ditch with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I was about to knock when the door opened and a tall girl came out.