The lawyer, a man over fifty years old, listened to the story without interrupting him.
“Mr. Terente,” he said at the end, “that you worked and let your wife manage the money does not mean that you have to give up your rights. We will analyze the documents, goods and contributions of each. I can’t promise you a result before we see the documents.
Basil agreed.
I don’t want to take what I don’t deserve. But I don’t want to be told that I haven’t done anything in this life.
Meanwhile, Larisa was going through a change she hadn’t imagined.
At first she was convinced that Basil would return after a few days. He knew his habits. He knew that he did not like to argue and that, every time, he was the one who had tried to fix things.
But the days passed, and Basil did not come.
