After I Got Married, My Childhood Friends Regretted It So Much

But it was no use to me. All I had used over the years were the subsidies left over from my parents’ accidents. When I returned to the room, I deliberately calculated the other expenses I had spent at the Johansson Family over the years and transferred a separate card.

Freddie's expression stiffened for a moment, but it passed quickly, "Okay, I'm just kidding you. Our Johansson Family has a great business, but we still need your hundreds of thousands."

He didn't look at me, but his words were a little softer, "Maria, after all, we have grown up together for so many years. As long as you don't target Suzanne, you can continue to live in the Johansson Family and we can still be like before."

"If Suzanne chooses to be with my brother in the future, I can reluctantly marry you. Isn't it nice that we are in harmony like this?"

When he saw that I didn't answer, his expression instantly turned into impatience, "Okay, as if I don't want to marry you, you can leave if you want."

I watched his slowly disappearing figure and walked towards another road without stopping.

That was to go to the Johansson Family's old house. There were some things that always needed to be sorted out and I could do it too.

***

After entering the old house, I was politely invited to the living room. Uncle Mark and Aunt Rosie were in the living room. As soon as she saw me, Aunt Rosie's eyes flashed with disgust.

I could see clearly that when Uncle Mark took me into the Johansson Family, his wife disliked me very much and always thought that I was his illegitimate daughter.

After living here for a long time, she intentionally or unintentionally tried to isolate me from the people around her. I was used to seeing her like this again.

I pushed the bank card over and made it clear that I wanted to leave.

Aunt Rosie immediately sneered, "Why would you let my two boys go to that small place? Don't you want to catch someone as your husband? Are you giving up now?"

"Rosie!" Uncle Mark looked at her with a warning look, but Aunt Rosie was not afraid at all.

She said directly to him, "We're not afraid of thieves, we're afraid of being missed by thieves. Am I wrong? Just ask her if she's missed. She came from the countryside. If you hadn't been kind enough to take her in, she would have been like those without a father or a mother. Sneaking, selling..."

The more she spoke, the worse she got. By the last sentence, Uncle Mark couldn't stand it anymore and slapped her in the face. I had never seen Uncle Mark so angry. His eyes seemed to be sparking.

"That's enough. I just want to care about her. Do you understand that our two sons are not worthy?"

The two people quarreled. I didn't want to get involved in the fight between the two people, so I put down my bank card and was about to leave, but I was stopped.

Uncle Mark's eyes were a little red and he looked obviously emotional, "Why do you say they don't deserve her? Because her parents' lives are on my body."

He talked a lot, a lot. He had made a mistake in his judgment when he was the superior who assigned the mission. Also remember how he took me home despite all the opposition.

But I didn't expect that I was always treated coldly in this family. He actually shed tears when he talked about his sadness. I felt sour and uncomfortable in my heart and I quickly reached out to pull out the tissue, but my injured hand was exposed.

"Your hands..." Aunt Rosie reacted from the shock, with disbelief in her eyes.

She finally understood what she had done all these years. She wasn't originally evil-hearted and didn't treat me well. She just thought I had something to do with Uncle Mark. Similar to an illegitimate daughter, or the daughter of first love... That kind of bloody relationship. But I didn't expect that there was this layer hidden behind it.

At this moment, she regretted crazily, "I, I don't know, then why didn't you tell me? If you tell me clearly, I won't..."

Halfway through her words, she obviously realized her husband's previous special status.

"I'm sorry, Maria, I don't know. I'm really sorry..."

As soon as I handed Uncle Mark a tissue, she rushed over excitedly and apologized to me.

Before I could react, my hand was grabbed. The wound was scratched.

I hid my hands behind my back, but I was still discovered. The two of them were finally in sync.

"What happened to your hand?"