Chapter Fourty

Nawal's POV

I stares at this two strangers in our living room with a nervous smile on their faces while still trying to register what I heard and what the man said.

"Nawal" The woman said as she stride towards me while she attempt to hold my hand.

I quickly move and hide behind Abba with a nerve wrecking feeling but still try to put a smile. "Of course" I whispers from behind Abba while staring at my bracelet, "Aswan".

That's what's encrypted on it that we couldn't figure out for years, I took my gaze to the woman, from all indication, the woman is rich, not just rich but super rich, even the way she is standing with poise and elegance, a middle age woman, just like Umma in fact they may be the same age I think.

They all gaze at me and Umma use her hand to wipe her tears which she didn't know that I have seen.

The woman chuckles