Connor
In the past few months I had worked my arse off to try to get back some normalcy to what I had before things blew over in London. Working with my grandparents had provided me with a small salary that I had to admit felt good to earn the first time I recieved my paycheck. Then came the new club I had been bought by, The Landers, were one of the top teams in Scotland and had offered me more than what I earned at the Great Royals, the national team also paid incredibly well and it didn't take long for me to start financially recovering.
In light of finding out who our mother was, social workers had reached out to Denny and I, apparently our own mother had an investment account set up for us when we were young. Her small will stating that the money were only to be paid out to Denny and I once we were old enough to come forward.
