In the Hot Doomsday, I will Push My Vicious Family into the Abyss

I hung up and turned off my phone in one swift motion.

I would never have anything to do with those people again.

Ben, looking worried, asked what had happened and why I seemed so tense.

I told him that my parents wanted to come stay with us.

His expression changed immediately.

“No way. I won’t agree to that. If they come, they’ll definitely bring your sister and nephew, and I don’t want to see them. If you insist on letting them stay, I’ll leave with Hannah right away!”

He was firm in his words, and my heart ached.

In my last life, he had said the same thing, but I thought he was being unreasonable. We had a huge fight, and I brought my parents and sister’s family to our house against his wishes.

Later, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he left with our daughter. They disappeared, and I never saw them again.

It wasn’t until then that I realized how terribly wrong I had been.

“I know. I won’t let them come, but my parents already know our address. Even if we try to stop them, it’s too late. If they make a scene in the neighborhood, it’ll only hurt us.”

Ben fell silent. He knew it was true. When we bought this house together, my parents demanded shamelessly, “Since Charlotte helped pay for it, why not put Brady’s name on the title as well?”

Brady was my adoptive sister’s son, a complete troublemaker.

I refused, and my parents mocked me, saying I wasn’t behaving like a proper elder.

What a joke. I bought this house with my own money – why should I give it to someone else?

Looking at my innocent, sweet daughter, I felt a wave of bitterness.

In my last life, I failed to protect my family.

This time, I wouldn’t let those people harm my loved ones.

I sent my daughter to her grandparents’ house, making sure they would take good care of her, and spent the night selling off everything valuable in the house.

By the end of it, I had managed to collect 100,000 bucks.

Our upstairs neighbors were moving abroad and selling their place at a low price.

I negotiated with them to swap our homes, paying them an extra 50,000 bucks.

And just like that, I now had two identical apartments – one that I bought, and one that I rented.

Ben was confused as to why I was treating this situation like a looming disaster.

I looked at him seriously.

“You’ve never lived with my family. You don’t know how shameless my adoptive sister’s family can be. Did you stock up on enough food?”

“Yes, I followed your suggestion and bought a month’s worth. Charlotte, isn’t that a bit too much?”

Too much?

I lowered my head and let out a cold laugh.

I feared even this wouldn’t last them ten days.