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.

Besides, I had already been creating my 5th book.

I didn't need to worry about food and drink.

My cell phone rang and I saw it was my mom calling.

After I picked up the phone, she didn't mention that child at all, only speaking politely and flatteringly.

After listening for a few minutes, I got annoyed. No matter how ignorant I was, I understood that she wanted to talk to me about something.

I held my forehead and said, "Just tell me what you want to say."

She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Your father and I have discussed moving to Birmingham, because it is a first-tier city with good educational resources."

"Can you let us move into the house you bought first? You should be living in the dormitory, right?"

Her last sentence sounded like self-consolation, but I never told her that I lived in the dormitory.

"No way! You two can come, but bringing that nuisance along is impossible."

"Unless you clearly explain his origins to me. I don't believe what you said that day."

They were all selfish people, and they couldn't suddenly be kind enough to adopt orphans, especially since they had no income.

My mother was silent for a while and then suddenly hung up the phone.

I didn't care what other tricks they try to use. What was mine anyway would always be mine. I earned it myself.

What surprised me was that not long after that, my mother asked me which school was good in Birmingham.

I thought they would give up, but I didn't expect that she directly sold the house in our hometown and raised money to buy a house in Birmingham.

I was so angry when I found out about that, because they didn't treat me like that in the past.

That made me more suspicious of the child's identity.

I couldn't say much about them selling their house, so I could only help them find an agent and hand over the transaction to the agent.

Soon I got the news that even if they sold their house they could only barely raise enough for the down payment, let alone a school district house, which was simply fanciful.

Raising a child was not as easy as they thought.

But troubles also followed. When they failed to achieve their goal, they began to threaten me, saying that they would still buy a house in Birmingham even if they had to take out a loan.

I didn't know what that child can bring to them to make them sacrifice so much.

But I wouldn't fall for their tricks. As long as I didn't inherit their property, I wouldn't be responsible for their debts.

Faced with my tough attitude, they had no choice.

They finally rent a house temporarily.

As long as I had no morals, they couldn't blackmail me.

A coffee shop outside the community.

I sat in my seat unhappily looking at the entrance.

It was really interesting that today a woman claiming to be my elder sister called me.

She knew every detail of my parents and their current situation.

And she asked me to meet at the cafe at two o'clock.

I couldn't help but associate her with that child.

But my parents had never mentioned that I had a sister.

While I was looking down at my phone, a woman in a floral dress suddenly sat opposite me.

At first glance, I knew she was not lying.

She had a pure appearance, with watery eyes and an extremely white neck.

But as a girl, I could see through her affectation at a glance.

My intuition told me that her asking me to come here was definitely not a good thing.

The fact was exactly as I had thought.

As soon as she sat down, before I could say anything, her eyes were filled with tears and she called me ''dear younger sister" softly.