He opened a folder and showed them a certificate of ownership.
“The property has since increased in value. It generates rental income and remains legally registered to your father.”
Malik stared at the document.
“How much is it worth?”
Idris gave him an estimate.
The figure was large enough to silence the room.
Amina covered her mouth.
All those months, they had struggled to pay rent. They had worried about food, school fees, and losing their home.
Meanwhile, the old man they had treated as a burden had been sitting on an asset worth far more than they could have imagined.
But Suleiman raised his hand before either of them could speak.
“Do not misunderstand me. I did not hide this money because I wanted you to suffer. I kept it private because I needed to know who I could trust with the truth.”
He looked at Malik.
“I have seen people become generous when they believe an inheritance is near. I wanted to know what remained of their generosity when they believed there was nothing to inherit.”
