"Can you be a bit quieter? Jose is in the next room and he is still a..."

Before I could finish, Jose darted out and slammed into my back.

"What do you know? Don't interfere with Daddy and Aunt Leila's relationship!"

"Jose, have you forgotten that if I hadn't cared for you at the hospital two years ago, you wouldn't be here."

Jose pounded my back in frustration.

"Nonsense. Dad is lucky and won the lottery, so he was able to pay the medical expenses. It had nothing to do with you, you wicked woman."

"Without me, your dad wouldn't have won the lottery."

Kenneth and Leila laughed out loud at the same time.

"With you being disabled? You can't even read the lottery ticket. How dare you take credit?"

"Looks like not only are you physically disabled, but your brain isn't working either. If I were you, I'd just run my head into a wall to stop being a nuisance."

"Kenneth, our bed has a broken leg. Her arm looks just right."

They exchanged smiles, each with their motives.

Then they shoved me against the broken leg of the bed.

Kenneth pressed my hand down hard, causing excruciating pain.

I was tied up and unable to move.

The two of them completely ignored me.

Until dawn, my palms felt crushed.

"Kenneth, is she okay? It looks serious."

"What could be wrong? What part of her isn't crippled? What's worse than this hand? After spending so much on her, what's a night as a bed foot?"

Leila, satisfied, got off the bed, stepping over me on purpose.

With my deteriorating bones, the pain was unbearable that night.

"Uh..."

"Ah, Kenneth!"

In the next moment, Kenneth covered my mouth.

He leaned in close and hissed, "You'd better keep quiet. If Leila is happy, I'll give you three thousand dollars."

Leila stepped on my back, bouncing twice.

Tears filled my eyes from the pain.

When Leila came down, I was soaked in sweat and couldn't straighten my back.

I was hunched over while Kenneth was counting money.

He handed me a wad of money.

"Take it."

I didn't reach for it.

"Are you completely deaf?"

Knowing I needed money to leave, I reluctantly reached out.

But Kenneth gripped my hand tightly.

His thumb pressed into the wound on my arm, increasing pressure until it sank into my festering flesh.

I gasped, trembling uncontrollably.

"Mom, Dad. You're here!"

Leila's voice rang from the living room, prompting Kenneth to release me instantly.

He pushed me away and walked out in a hurry.

"Mr. Nelson, Mrs. Nelson!"

I sat helplessly on the floor.

It hurt so much that I felt like retching.

It was very lively outside the door, and everyone was smiling brightly.

"Mr. Nelson, here's the three hundred and eighty thousand dollar betrothal gift I prepared."

"Okay, thank you, Kenneth."

After a long time, I managed to stand up.

I thought, "Today, you can't give out your betrothal gift."

"System, change it back."

[Okay, host. The exchange has been revoked. All bills will become waste paper, and your body will recover, though some trauma may remain.]

"Thanks."

After about five minutes, my eyesight improved, and my sense of smell sharpened.

"Kenneth, this money... doesn't seem right?"

"Haha, Mr. Nelson, you're so meticulous! I added an extra 20,000 dollars to make it a round 400,000 dollars."

It was very noisy outside, so I pushed the door open and went out.

Then I saw Leila's father, Kevin, pour out the suitcase on the ground.

Inside was a whole box of white paper.

Kenneth exclaimed, "Wait a minute! I took the wrong box!"

He signaled to his mother, "Mom, go get the box of money from under my bed."

After a while, Maria dragged out another box.

"Mr. Nelson, don't worry, I made a mistake."

Kevin's expression relaxed slightly.

But when Kenneth opened the box, it was still filled with white paper.

"This can't be! Where's my money?"

Kenneth continued to flip through the boxes, and saw a whole box filled with white paper.

"Kenneth, it's no fun if you do this."

"Mr. Nelson, I swear I'm prepared!"

Leila's expression darkened.

"Kenneth, what's going on?"

"I... I don't know! I'll pay with my card!"

Kenneth pulled out his phone to transfer money. But after several attempts, it was still reminded of insufficient balance.

"Mr. Nelson, please let Leila and me get married first, and I'll give you the money in a few days."

"Do you think I'm a fool? This marriage is off!"

With that, Leila's parents turned to leave.

"Dad! Mom! Kenneth, do you really want to marry me?"

Leila rushed after them.

"Dad, Mom, can you give him another chance? He was on the news a few days ago when he won five million. You have to believe him."

Her pleas softened her parents' stance.

Kenneth searched from room to room until he reached my room.

He pushed me aside and rifled through the closet.

Several gold bars in the closet also turned into stone.

"Where are the gold bars?!" he demanded.

"What gold bars? I don't know," I replied innocently.

In frustration, Kenneth threw a stone at me, but luckily I was able to move nimbly.

Otherwise, these stones would have smashed my head.

Hearing the sound, people outside also squeezed in.

Leila glared at me. "Did you hide them?"

"It must be you!"

Kenneth also began to consider me, "Where's the money? You steal it."

"I haven't left the house; how could I have done that?" I defended myself.

Kenneth hesitated, realizing I hadn't gone out.

He resumed searching for the missing money.

I took my few belongings, preparing to leave when Jose stopped me.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

I looked at him and said nothing.

He was just a child. And just when I was thinking about whether I should give him a chance, he suddenly shouted.

"Dad, Aunt Leila, come quickly! The thief is getting away!"

He clung to my suitcase, refusing to let go.

I couldn't help but sneer at his ingratitude.

"What's in your suitcase?" Kenneth asked.

"Just some clothes," I replied.

Leila laughed, "It must be gold bars!"

Hearing this, Kenneth immediately grabbed the suitcase to check.