Huge Property Dispute with Biological Parents

My mother frowned, "Since you've lost your job, go find a new one. Isn't it easy for you to pay the mortgage with years of savings? Do you regret it because Reid is about to come of age?"

They always emphasized that there was no need for a girl to live in such a big house. They forced me to sign over the large flat to Reid and buy a small house for myself.

According to my mom, the monthly mortgage of five figures must be paid by me.

Money was hard-earned.

I didn't have the heart to say that at Reid's age, I was already working part-time to earn tuition fees.

As a young man, why did he always need me to give him money?

My parents never thought things through and ended up doing something stupid. I just made a perfunctory reply. I told them Reid didn't come of age yet, so I couldn't sign over the flat. But he was allowed to occasionally stay here if he wanted.

But they only listened to the first half of what I said.

Reid slammed his knife and fork down on the table and started shouting.

"Hazel Thomas, it's generous enough for Mom and Dad to let you into the house! Which is more important, my SAT or your sleep? Get out as soon as you finish eating!"

My dad chimed in, "You've just been laid off, and it must be because you're terrible at your job. Hurry up and find a new job. If it were me, I wouldn't even have the guts to come home!"

I laughed angrily.

"Dad, you also know that this is my home. Is it a crime for me to come home? You ask me for money every day. How much have you given me?"

"Mom, you are also a woman. When Grandma and Grandpa asked you to support your younger brother, your voice was even louder than mine!"

"And you, Reid Thomas, when I was about to take the SAT, you were playing games and making a lot of noise. I couldn't sleep well all night. Was my SAT not important?"

That was a sore point with my parents.

They opened the door tacitly.

The cold wind blew a snowflake into the room.

"We have raised you for so many years in vain. Get out and reflect on yourself! Come back home when you realize your mistake! Otherwise, we'll disown you."

Reid stood between our parents and echoed, "I have been calling you sister for so long in vain! Come back home when you can afford me a house! Otherwise, I'll disown you!"

They slammed the door shut!

They probably thought I had gone far away, and I heard my dad's scared voice from inside the room.

"Was I being too harsh? What if she really doesn't come back?"

My mother insisted, "It's impossible. We have brainwashed her for so many years. She will definitely realize her mistake!"

Yes, they had been brainwashing me for so long.

When I was six years old, they pointed to Lillian, our next-door neighbor, who was working in the field, and said, "Our family never favors boys over girls. Hazel, you are different from other girls. We are reluctant to let you work in the field. We'll sell everything to support your education!"

But they always complained about their own back pain and leg pain, making me voluntarily do hard labor.

When I was sixteen, they used the same trick again. So, I had to study hard for the SAT while working part-time.

I couldn't earn enough living expenses and suffered from severe malnutrition.

When I was eighteen, I became the first student in the village to be admitted to a top university.

They didn't contribute a penny, but gained a good reputation and were praised by the villagers.

Then my parents took the moral high ground. "We are getting older, and your younger brother has not been able to support himself. We don't expect much from you. We just want you to pay his tuition."

The first time I walked out of the village, I was amazed by the tall buildings in the city and felt grateful for my parents' support over the years.

I did whatever they said.

Reid's tuition was not high, and I paid it on my own.

My gratitude and generosity only increased their greed for money. They wanted more and more money from me.

In the first year of my work, my conceited parents urged me to build a new house for them in the village.

I agreed.

In my second year of work, I took out a loan to buy a flat, but they looked displeased.

They said Reid didn't have any property under his name, so why should I get myself a flat?

They argued with me for three years because I bought myself a flat.

They wanted money, a car, and a house.

I became their cash machine.

This time, my flat happened to be requisitioned by the government for an energy base.

The moment I received a huge amount of compensation, I was still thinking. Forget it, I won't care anymore. They raised me up, so I will give them half of the 3,300,000 dollars to repay them.

Just because of a joke about my unemployment, they kicked me out of the house on a snowy night and threatened to cut ties with me.

How ridiculous!