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.

She held my hand and said to me with deep emotion, "I am an incompetent sister. I didn't know your existence for so many years. I was absent from your life."

I was embarrassed. It would be a disaster if she were involved in my life.

She was truly our parents' daughter, because she acted exactly like them.

I thought I should check if I was lost. I really didn't fit in with this family of three.

I pulled my hand away from her tight grasp unnaturally.

"How did you get lost in the first place?"

She paused, noticing that I was staring at her intently, and then smiled and said, "I was ignorant at that time and was abducted."

"Well, let's not talk about the sad things before. I'm so happy that I can meet you in my lifetime."

I ignored her attempt to change the topic.

I asked directly, "Is John my nephew?"

I thought I may have really talked a sensitive spot for her, and she actually started crying in public.

"Joanna, could you please stop talking about my unhappy life? I really came here to reminisce with you."

We had no old times at all! There was nothing for us to talk about.

That was so hilarious.

When I noticed that she refused to mention anything about what happened before, I immediately changed my attitude.

Taking the initiative to hold her hand, I said, "My dear sister, I'm so sorry, and it's my fault. It's just because that I just met you for the first time, and you're really a stranger."

"By the way, have our parents told you that they are going to buy a house in Birmingham? Dear, please help me persuade them. I really have no money now. I hope my parents can understand me."

"I have seven or eight boyfriends, and I am almost bankrupt. I also have to give living expenses to parents every month. I am so anxious that my hair is falling out in clumps."

She might have been surprised and embarrassed when she heard me mention my seven or eight boyfriends.

She said awkwardly, "Why do you have so many boyfriends? It's better for you to focus on our family. Our parents are old and in poor health. It would be better for you to spend more money on them."

She was back with her son, so no matter how much I give them, she would use the money.