My father died … After receiving the news from her mother, I (Jean) went home for the first time in two years to attend the funeral. Her mother is the first time I’ve met the woman whose father remarried while I was in boarding school. My father is the eldest son of a wealthy man, but he has done his best to be prodigal and this is his fourth marriage. When I opened the door, I saw a woman, her stepmother (Mamaha), who I saw for the first time. To her surprise, she was unscrupulous, with her appearance and atmosphere alive to my mother, but I was driven by the urge to “cry” by jumping into her chest like I was a child. It was. The appearance of his father, who was drunk and died in fall, was pathetic. At that time, what came to my mind was why both my mother and her stepmother were attracted to such a man. The next day, a gorgeous carriage parked in front of my house. The man who came down was Fernand, a lawyer of the head family. Because of his father’s splurge, his grandfather decided to take over us who were already mortgaged to our house. But I didn’t know at that time, but there was another reason for his grandfather to take over us. There is no trace of a man other than me in the head family. In other words, my grandfather’s taking over of me meant keeping the tradition of “let the boy inherit all his fortune”, which was handed down to the head family. In this way, my stepmother and I were shaken by my grandfather’s carriage and headed for the head family.
