Evil Aunt, Get Away!

When I got back from work, I saw my aunt's scooter parked in the courtyard of my villa.

I drove the car into the garage.

I stepped into the room in my high heels.

Sure enough, Edith was leisurely drinking a nice wine my friend had brought home from abroad, $3,000 per bottle.

I was stingy with it.

I was gonna drink it with Levi on our third wedding anniversary next month.

However, Edith beat me to it and gulped down the wine.

I was so angry that I threw my handbag on the sofa next to Edith.

I didn't hit Edith in the face with my handbag for my mother's sake.

"This bottle of wine is worth $3,000. Will that be cash or credit card?"

Edith slowly turned around with a glass of wine in her hand and looked at me with a flattering face, drunk looking.

"What credit card? I'm your aunt. Besides, I came all the way here. Can't I have a drink?"

I walked past Edith, picked up the bottle that she had just finished, and threw it hard on the ground.

I looked at her coldly.

"Credit card or cash?"

Edith seemed to have been startled by me. She took out her phone from her handbag, trembling.

After pressing it a few times, she put it on her ear.

A few seconds later, the call was answered.

Edith began to complain tearfully.

"Sis, you gave birth to such an ungrateful daughter who almost killed me. If I had called you later, I might have died. Oh, my dear sister."

Edith put it on speaker.

And I could clearly hear my mother's helpless sigh.

"I told you not to provoke Violet. It's all thanks to her mercy that you were able to call me alive."

"Hurry up and come back. If Violet gets angry and hits you, you'll suffer."

Edith's expression changed drastically and she looked at me awkwardly.

I still looked at her with a cold face.

My mother's voice continued to come from the phone.

"Hey, by the way, what do you want to see Violet about? There are so many people in your store now. Come back quickly. Dave can't handle it alone."

Edith didn't respond. Her eyes darted left and then right, and in the end, she hung up the phone, not knowing what to say.

Just then, Levi's irritable, blurred voice came from the bedroom.

"Get out of here!"

I looked in the direction of the voice, and Edith immediately stood up with vigilance.

"In cash, in cash. Violet, come with me to the bank, and I'll get the money."

Edith smiled obsequiously and guiltily.

Of course, I didn't believe that she would listen to me.

I went straight to the bedroom.

She trotted behind me, held on to my clothes, and pulled me back.

"Hey, Violet, it's just $3,000. I have the money. Just drive me to get it."

"Come on, let's go. I'll buy you something delicious. It's been a long time since we last met. Violet, you're so tall. I can't reach you."

Edith stood on her tiptoes and hooked her arm around my shoulder, trying to please me.

I was nearly 5'7" tall, and Edith was 5 feet tall. Naturally, she had to stand on her feet and talk to me.

I'd always been cold-hearted and never interacted with my relatives.

Everyone knew that I didn't do so well with my relatives. Even though I made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and I married a great guy, few relatives came to me for help. They didn't want to mess with someone who once almost killed her own father.

But Edith was an exception.

She loved to be snubbed.

Edith wanted me to open a pasta restaurant for her. She also wanted me to find a good university for her daughter, Nora, who had just finished SAT, and pay for all of her expenses. Edith said we were a family.