Ignoring the moldy, stinking food, I went straight to the bedroom to pack my suitcase.As the door to the foyer opened from the outside, I froze in my tracks.
“Who are you? How did you break into my son’s house?”
A couple stood in the doorway, luggage in hand and keys at the ready. The woman, her plump frame squeezing forward, glared at me with fury, “Speak up, quick! Or we’re calling the cops!”
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I smirked as I met her gaze. “Call the police? Go ahead, be my guest. I’d love to see who your son is. What gives you the right to claim my home as his?” The woman eyed me suspiciously, then ran outside to take another look. “There’s no mistake. This is definitely my son’s house!”
“Darling, say no more. We’ve clearly got a burglar on our hands! Just look at that gift box he’s holding – it must be worth a fortune!”
The woman’s eyes locked onto the box in my hands. In an instant, she flew into a rage, rushing towards me like a whirlwind with her hand raised high. She slapped me hard across the face, her sharp nails leaving scratches. “You filthy dog! How dare you steal my daughter–in–law’s jewelry! Do you have any idea who she is? She’s the CEO of Frost Corporation! You’ve got some nerve messing with the big leagues. Do you have a death wish or something?” The slap turned my head, and I tasted blood in my mouth. As I started to turn back, the man’s fist slammed into my stomach, followed immediately by another blow to my face.
The woman kicked over my suitcase, violently flinging its contents
everywhere.
“Let’s see what else this little thief has taken from our home!”
“Don’t touch my things!” I gasped for air, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the floor.
“Oh ho, still got some fight in you, huh?Darling, call security! What kind of luxury neighborhood is this if they can’t even keep out a thief!”
“Fintan, we should call our son and daughter–in–law right away. There’s a burglar in their house and they don’t even know!”
In the days I’ve been caring for my father, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep. I’ve become so ill that I couldn’t even fight back when he hit me.
Seeing my pathetic state, the couple laughed at me gleefully. As they waited for Genevieve, they started messing with things in the house. “Who bought this painting? It’s so ugly, let’s throw it out!”
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The man picked up the painting with a look of disgust, about to toss it outside when I suddenly widened my eyes. “You can’t throw that away!”
“You little punk, who said you could talk?” The man stepped on my face, rubbing his dirty, smelly shoe sole back and forth across it.
“Don’t throw it away! I’m telling you, I’m the real owner of this house!” I
gritted my teeth. My cheeks were numb and painful from being hit, with obvious swelling. Even my words came out slurred.
“Bullshit! You’ve gone crazy dreaming of getting rich, huh? You think everyone’s as lucky as my son, finding a sugar mama? Look at yourself, you think you’re worthy?”
The next second, he hocked up a thick glob of phlegm and spat it on my face. “Hey, look at you. Aren’t you filthy? What if your daughter–in–law sees you like this? It’ll ruin her impression!”
The man pursed his lips, stood up, and continued to carry the painting out. I scrambled to my feet, limping as I walked out, trying to get the painting back. “You want it that badly?” The man stroked his chin with one hand, a
mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.
“Get on your knees and beg me.”
I gritted my teeth.
As long as… as long as he would give the painting back to me.
But he didn’t keep his promise. Instead, he raised the painting high and
smashed it violently on the ground.
“No!” I cried out in pain.
The protective glass shattered. He picked up the painting inside and tore it to shreds.
That was Grandma’s last work before she passed away, saying she wanted to leave it for her future granddaughter–in–law.
Grandma was a renowned painter. One of her paintings was worth a fortune.
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That was Grandma’s last work before she passed away, saying she wanted to leave it for her future granddaughter–in–law.
Grandma was a renowned painter. One of her paintings was worth a fortune. With no strength left in my body, I collapsed to the ground in despair. Suddenly, car headlights shone on me from a distance.
“Honey!”
Genevieve appeared in front of me, her face full of concern, her eyes looking at me with nothing but sympathy.
She raised her hand and carefully wiped me with her expensive clothes, not minding the dirt at all.
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I was taken to the hospital by her. Throughout the entire treatment, I didn’t utter a single word to her. On the contrary, she kept asking questions with concern and urgency.
I lay in the hospital room with my eyes closed, resting. She thoughtfully called the family’s nutritionist to prepare meals and deliver them to the hospital overnight. She also brought in a professional treatment team to examine me. The nurse outside the door, before leaving, looked at me with envy, nearly praising my good fortune to my face.
I calmly took out my phone, “Hello, is this 911? I want to report that I’ve been
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and my phone was snatched
