If there is no news from a pair of parents, they must be making waves.

When I went home for the holidays, I suddenly had a tyrannical younger brother.

My mother said she adopted an orphan because she was lonely.

So I said directly, "No problem, I will stop paying for your living expenses next month. You three could never live on me and get out to starve."

"You'd better find a wide road, so you will fill yourselves with air more easily."

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The summer in July began to get hot, so I packed my luggage and set out on the journey home.

Originally I didn't plan to go back, because I had already bought a house in Birmingham and the back and forth journey was troublesome for me.

But this year my parents' attitude was different from previous years. They didn't even call me to urge me to go home.

In previous years, my phone would have been ringing off the hook at this time of year.

So I packed my luggage overnight and prepared to go home.

In advance, they always said that they had got old and they had no one to accompany them so they felt lonely!

I remembered that I saw recently on the Internet that a person in his 20s had a younger brother given to him by his parents.

I was a little worried. Would my parents give a younger brother for me while I was in school?

I couldn't accept that our limited family property would be divided equally.

As soon as I got off the high-speed train, I went straight home.

I didn't tell them that I came back suddenly today.

Anyway, if there was no younger brother, it would be a surprise otherwise it would be a shock.

I wanted to find out what those two were up to.

I rang the doorbell, feeling a little excited.

It felt like opening a mystery box.

It was my mother who opened the door, and I glanced at her belly.

Fortunately, it didn't swell up. There was no way she could give birth to a baby in half a year!

I opened my arms and gave her a big hug.

"Surprise! I have become more sensible this year. I came back on my own initiative without you urging me."

My mother's face looked unnatural for a moment.

"Fine, it's good for you to come back. At least tell me next time. I haven't even prepared your meal."

"It's okay. I don't eat much."

I picked up my luggage and headed home.

"Where's my dad?"

"Your dad is having dinner."

I planned to put my luggage in my room first and then went to eat.

My mother was still following me, so I waved at her. "Mom, go eat, and don't worry about me. I can handle myself in our own home!"

I opened the door of my room and my heart sank at the first sight.

The furnishings in the house had become those of a boy's room. If my garage kits hadn't been still in the display cabinet, I would have thought I had walked into the wrong room.

I was mad, feeling my teeth grinding, and I pointed at the room and asked, "I really can't recognize it. What's going on?"

My mother was reluctant to say anything, so I dropped my luggage and started looking for that child at home.

When did my sixth sense become so accurate? Whatever I thought came true.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a boy of six or seven years old waiting impatiently for my father to peel shrimps for him.

I pointed at the child and asked, "Where did he come from? Is he someone's illegitimate child?"

My father didn't stop his hands and insisted that they adopted the child.

I laughed out of anger.

"Where are the documents and certificates? Show them to me!"

"Why do you bring this bastard guy home?" I said bluntly.

But my dad got angry immediately, "Joanna George, watch your words. Have you forgotten your upbringing absolutely?"

"You brought a child without consulting me. Are you so right?"

I had been crazy since I was a child, and I didn't know how many times I had had quarrels like that with them.

So I was not afraid of quarreling at all.

My mother stood by and tried to mediate, "Joanna, it's because I think I am too lonely after you go to school. Don't blame your father."

"Please be considerate of me. Besides, this child is very pitiful. He has been in a single-parent family since he was young, and his mother can't take care of him."

I lowered my voice and communicated with her patiently, "If you feel lonely, I have no objection to raising a cat or a dog. I would even think it's fine if you move in with me."

"But now that you took a child home, do we have a lot of money? Mom, you are unnecessarily adding to my burden."

Before I could finish, that kid jumped up from his seat, grabbing the food and throwing it at me.

I didn't have time to dodge and got covered in food.

What a coincidence that I was wearing a newly bought T-shirt!

"Is he pitiful? He almost hit me in the face!"

I grabbed a plate of food and poured it on the naughty kid's head. He was not pitiful at all.

He probably didn't expect me to fight back. He was stunned for a moment and then started crying loudly, trying to rush over and hit me.

I kicked him and he fell over.

Who did he think he was? This was my home.

"Dad, Mom, don't argue with me so much. You have been making troubles since I was a child? You both know my personality. Either he or I in this family!"

"You figure it out! Don't forget who you are relying on for support now."

I went to the room, picked up my luggage and walked out. I planned to stay in a hotel tonight and return to Birmingham tomorrow.

While sitting in the taxi, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't taken my garage kits yet, and I couldn't let that damn kid get them.

I immediately found a moving company's phone number and wanted to make an appointment to move my things tomorrow.

It was embarrassed to talk about that. My parents had been weird since I was a child. Although I didn't agree with it, they were not kind.

I was good at fighting and swearing, being selfish and self-serving.

If they went crazy, I would be even crazier.

I had been through that for so many years, but usually I could tolerate because it was fine to enjoy a bit of mischief.

After all we were family who were blood related.

The main reason was that they had lost their source of income, and if I didn't support them, they would definitely sue me.

However, now they were almost sixty years old but still acted that. I couldn't accept it.

They didn't call to explain all night.

I already knew what they meant.

Early the next morning, I booked a flight for the afternoon. After communicating with a moving company, I prepared to move my things.

When I went there at nine in the morning, that child was still sleeping in.

My parents didn't dare to stop me because I was holding a hammer in my hand.

They were old and afraid of death.

I seemed to want to vent all the resentment I had accumulated over the years.

I decisively directed the workers to move all my things away.

After the lesson I gave him last night, he huddled in his bed in fear, not daring to make a sound.

While packing, I found that several figures were missing.

I couldn't be bothered to confront and look for them.

Before leaving, I said to them, "I just saw in his homework book that his name is John George, right? What a good name, even a dog would hate it. I will calculate the amount of all my things he lost, and the money will be deducted from your living expenses next month."

After saying that, I left.

I knew they must be able to live without me.

As far as I knew, they had been secretly transferring money into a bank card for more than ten years.

Even if it was 500 a month, it would add up a lot of money in over ten years. They attached great importance to the money.

Even when I was admitted to university, my family was too poor to pay my tuition, but they refused to use that money.

Later I paid for it with a loan.

Fortunately, now I had a stable income which could meet basic living needs.

Thinking of what happened before, I became mad again, regretting not going crazy just now.

I didn't want to go back to the past days at all.

It was already midnight when I returned to the villa in Birmingham, but it was still brightly lit inside.

The loud music pierced my eardrums.

The neighbors around here were really good-tempered.

When I opened the door, the crowd inside ignored me, a sudden outsider.

I didn't know any of them, so it was obvious that they were brought by Zeke Willson. I suppressed my irritation and found Zeke in the messy living room.

"Can you ask them to leave?" I said impatiently.

Zeke was a little surprised to see me, "Didn't you go back to your hometown?"

"There was some trouble so I came back. I'm so tired and need to go to bed now. Please ask all your friends to leave."

He tried to negotiate, but I decisively said, "No room for negotiation. I'm already upset that you invited so many people to my house for a party without my consent."

After saying that, I went upstairs. The music downstairs stopped, and I gradually heard people leaving one after another.

When I woke up, it was at eight o'clock in the next morning. I picked up my phone and saw that there was no new message.

I should have expected that. I shouldn't have any expectation for them.

Zeke came to me with breakfast in hand and said, "Get up and eat."

He had been my boyfriend since high school, for four years now.

Different from the immature love relationship between each other before, now our hearts were moving further and further away from each other on our own tracks.

Although we were in the same university, no one could guarantee that we would only be with each other in this colorful world.

I was philosophical about that, and I couldn't maintain a sense of novelty towards him all the time. So such moral constraints did not exist between us.

I only had one request, that we could break up peacefully if either of us loved someone else.

When I was eating breakfast, Zeke sat beside the bed and asked, "Why did you come back so early yesterday? Did you have a fight with your parents?"

I put down the spoon and wiped my mouth, "It's terrible. My mother adopted an orphan. In other words, she gave me a 'son' to support."

"That kid was mischievous. He even dared to hit me. I kicked him away, packed my things and then flew back."

He covered his mouth and laughed, "It's something that could happen in your family. It also seems like something you could do."

I tapped the table with my hand in dissatisfaction, "This isn't simply something they who are almost 60 years old can do! They are afraid that I will have an easy life."

"They're even not clear that they are all dependent on me for support! How they still dare to cause trouble for me! I won't serve them anymore."

The summer vacation passed quickly and my parents hadn't contacted me in the past two months.

My life was pretty leisurely.

My current job was writing novels, and I had been doing this for two or three years.

I supported myself by writing, and with a bit of luck, my second novel became a huge hit.

I was earning several thousand dollars a day during that period, but I couldn't believe it.

One day I was still worrying about my parents not giving me living expenses, but the next day I became a rich woman.

To this day, I still earned several thousand dollars a month from that novel.