Bought 21 Villas and was Kicked Out by My Family

"Julia, you're out of prison!"

My younger brother came back from outside, carrying a lot of things.

At the sight of me, he looked pleasantly surprised.

Based on my experience of observing people's words and expressions in prison, he seemed exaggerated.

He seemed to be acting.

But I didn't think much of it. My younger brother was still the same. He must be very happy to see me.

"Yeah, I'm out. Why did you buy so many things?"

I went forward to help him.

Linda walked quickly towards me and suddenly stood in front of me.

"Don't move, these are all things bought for the baby. Don't touch them."

I withdrew my hand awkwardly.

To ease the awkwardness, Asher smiled and said, "Julia, this is for your unborn nephew."

"There are several bags of diapers, more than ten pieces of clothes, a baby stroller, and toys..."

He talked a lot. Then he picked up these things, went straight to the baby's room, and piled them in.

"Mom, there are still some at the entrance. Move them in."

When everything was moved in, it piled up.

I was a little surprised, wondering why he had bought so much baby stuff.

His baby was still several months away from being born. I wondered why he had braved such heavy snow and purchased so many things.

And all of the things were piled up in the baby's room, which used to be my room.

"By the way, Julia, now that you come back, where are you going to live?"

After Asher finished moving his things, he looked at me with sweat on his forehead.

"I..." I stammered.

I wrapped my clothes around me, wondering what to say.

At the sight of those piled-up things, I didn't know what to say.

"You can still live in your old room."

Asher slapped his thigh. Seeming to realize something, he said, "I'll tidy it up for you right away."

"Forget it. Don't tidy it up." I waved my hand.

"How can that be?"

Asher turned around and looked at me. With gratitude on his face, he said, "Julia, you were in prison for me. I have always remembered your kindness."

His words didn't make me feel warm.

Maybe it was because I felt too cold with my damp shirt clinging to my body.

They were all wearing down jackets.

"Asher, stop it. Where are you going to put my son's things?"

As soon as Asher moved out an empty box from the baby's room, Julia shouted with her hands on her hips.

Asher stood there, looking at me as if he were in a dilemma.

My dad lit a cigarette and grumbled irritably, saying, "The things are all piled up. How do we move around? The house is so small."

"Don't move things. I won't live here."

I looked at my mom and said, "Give me the key to the house on the Garden Road. I will live over there."

I had another suite over there.

Rubbing her hands, my mother didn't respond for a while.

She looked at Asher.

Asher scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Julia, that... that house is for Linda's parents."

"Oh."

I nodded and smiled faintly.

If I had sold the house on Garden Road five years ago, I would have raised enough money to obtain a letter of forgiveness from the victim's family.

With a letter of forgiveness, I would have been sentenced to at most one or two years, or even probation.

But I didn't sell it. I wanted to leave that house for my parents so that they could live there in their old age.

As a result, it became a home for Linda's parents.

In an instant, a surge of grief and anger welled up from within me, rushing through my whole body.

Indifferently, I looked at them one by one.

I said indifferently, "Aren't you guys going too far?"