Says to his eldest son:
[•] To you, Shankar, I leave the Beverly houses.
[•] To you, my dear daughter Pooja, I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza.
[•] To you, Akash, being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Center offices.
[•] And you, my dear wife Punam, the three residential building towers in downtown.
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife: Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing many properties !
You all are so lucky !!!
And the wife retorts: Rich ???
Lucky ??? Are you kidding me !!!??? Those are his routes where he delivers milk !!!