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I carried the silver lock over to Jayden.

I asked him quietly,

"Jayden, Grandma made this for you. Do you like it?"

Jayden's eyes went bright, and he nodded hard. "I like it!"

I unfastened the clasp and reached to put it around his neck.

But Sabina yanked him back.

"Silver? Even a dog wouldn't wear that."

"What century do you think this is? You want my son wearing junk like that, so his classmates can laugh at him?"

"Mom, let's be honest. The first time I met you, weren't you wearing a gold bracelet on your wrist?"

"What, you're dying and you still can't bear to part with the gold bracelet? Saving it to take into the grave?"

A flicker of unease crossed my mother's face.

"That… that was…"

She couldn't get the words out.

Sabina took in every bit of her expression.

She folded her arms and gave a cold laugh.

"You won't leave the gold bracelet to your own grandson, just a cheap little silver lock. The way I see it, you don't love him much at all!"

"In that case, Jayden, we're leaving!"

And with that, she grabbed her son by the hand to go.

"Don't! Please!"

My father hurried to stop her.

"Your mother's gold bracelet was sold off a long time ago. Look, I've still got a little money here, you take it. Just let Jayden stay a while with his grandmother!"

As he spoke, my father fished out a card and pressed it into Sabina's hand.

"There's two hundred thousand in here. It's all the money Michael sent us over the years. We couldn't bring ourselves to spend it, so we've been saving it for him!"

I thought that would make Sabina happy.

Instead she gripped the card and rounded on me, her face full of fury.

"Michael, are your parents bloodsuckers? You've got a wife, a kid, your own family now, and they're still clinging to your back, sucking you dry?"

My cousin couldn't stand it anymore.

"What kind of thing is that to say?"

"So marrying someone means cutting all ties with your own parents?"

"Besides, my uncle and aunt paid to put your husband through college. Now that he's made something of himself, shouldn't he pay them back?"

Sabina shot her a glance.

"What would a girl like you understand?"

"Giving birth is appetite. Raising is duty. Lifting a child up in life, that's the only real kindness!"

"Did your uncle and aunt ever lift your husband up? And you come talk to me about paying back. What nerve!"

"You…" My cousin was so angry her face and neck flushed red.

My face darkened, my fists clenched tight.

Sabina glanced at me, then made her concession.

"All right, here's the deal. You want me and my son to stay, fine."

"Sign this document to sever family ties! We'll let it slide this time, but from now on, any of you relatives has a birth, a death, an illness, a wedding, a funeral, whatever, none of you is allowed to tell us!"

My cousin took the document and brought it over so the relatives could read it together.

The longer they read, the more their faces changed.

My cousin stepped forward, hesitating.

"Fine, forget about the rest of us. But my uncle can't even come to you if something happens?"

Sabina folded her arms, chin high with contempt.

"We live in Baytown. Coming back here takes two hours. That's pretty far."

As she said it, her eyes raked my father from head to toe.

"And your uncle here isn't exactly clean, is he? Look at his hands, the dirt under his nails. And those clothes, mud spattered all over them…"

"My own parents are wealthy, important people. My mother runs an art studio and teaches painting herself, and my father works at a state utility company, makes over twenty thousand a month."

"I really don't want them knowing I've got in-laws like this. It's too embarrassing!"

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Uncle Walter couldn't help muttering under his breath.

"So rich, huh? Then how come when you were sick, they wouldn't part with a single dollar?"

The truth was, Sabina wasn't my in-laws' biological daughter.

They'd been married for years without a child, and they'd fallen for some folk cure, the kind that said you had to adopt a girl first, as a lucky charm, before you could have one of your own.

So they went to the orphanage and took Sabina in.

Whether the folk cure worked or not, nobody knew, but two years after adopting Sabina, my mother-in-law did get pregnant, and gave birth to their only son.

If they hadn't been afraid of what people would say, the two of them would have sent Sabina straight back to the orphanage.

Later, when Sabina got sick, they simply vanished.

Their money was for their own son. They wouldn't spend a cent of it on Sabina.

And yet, somehow, Sabina couldn't see it, and even took a certain pride in what her adoptive parents did for a living.

"What did you say?"

Sabina hadn't caught what Uncle Walter said.

He was about to say it louder when my father hurried to stop him.

"All right, all right, I'll sign. Dad won't embarrass you!"

And he picked up the pen, his hand trembling, ready to sign that document severing family ties.

My mother pressed a hand over her mouth, her eyes rimmed red.

She had barely any strength left, and could only look at me in despair.

"Son, your father's health is bad. Even if you can't come back to see him, remember to call him now and then."

"Otherwise I won't be able to rest easy when I go…"

My father had worn himself out for me his whole life, and my mother had seen all of it.

She couldn't stop worrying about him, because once she was gone, he'd have no one left.

I was just about to take my mother's hand and tell her not to worry when Sabina immediately objected.

"No!"

"Michael's too soft!"

"If he calls his dad all the time, and his dad starts crying to him about how hard things are, it'll just make things worse between us!"

Then she turned that sharp look on me.

"Michael, don't you dare agree with your mother!"

"Don't forget, when we got married, you said our own little family came first!"

The relatives all looked at me, waiting to see which way I'd go.

My father kept his head down, his hand still shaking over the paper.

My mother held on to her last breath, her eyes fixed on me in worry.

I stood up, snatched the estrangement document out of my father's hand, and tore it to shreds,

then, under everyone's startled eyes, I walked step by step over to Sabina, raised my hand, and slapped her across the face.

"Crack!"

The clean sound of it rang through the whole room.

Sabina clutched her cheek and glared at me with hate.

"Michael, have you lost your mind?"

"You think I won't divorce you?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Divorce, then. Whoever backs out is the coward!"

"You…"

The pride cracked on Sabina's face, and out of nowhere a wave of panic swept over her.