After Winning the Lottery, the Ungrateful Adopted Son Comes Back to Support Me

Colin and Mila obediently walked out, but they didn't leave. Instead, they knelt down in the hallway. Colin began crying out loud, "Mom, Dad, I know I'm not your flesh and blood, but I really want to come back and take care of you. I admit I upset you back then, but it's been years. Could you forgive me, please?"

Soon, a few neighbors gathered in the hallway to see what was going on.

With Grant's heart condition, I was worried he might get another heart attack from the stress, so I hustled him into the bedroom. I blocked the door and called out to Colin, "When your dad and I were struggling four years ago, you took off with our valuables and told us to leave you alone. Now you expect us to believe you want to take care of us? Not happening."

Colin was taken aback by my bluntness. I'd always been one to keep up appearances.

But losing our business four years ago showed me that appearances mean nothing. After all I'd been through, I couldn't care less about them now.

Colin and Mila just kept begging and stopped trying to explain themselves.

It was a hot day, and with no air conditioning, Jasper was sweating buckets and crying his eyes out.

The neighbors couldn't stand watching and started to intervene.

"Whitney, Colin's your only kid. No need to hold grudges. He's clearly sorry, why not give him a chance?"

"Right, and eventually, he's going to inherit everything, right? Let the jewelry thing slide. It's more important he's back."

"Look at your sweet grandson, crying like that. How can you stand it?"

"Even if Colin isn't your biological son, you can't do this to him. He's sincerely apologizing. How can you be so cold?"

I realized why Colin had left my place as told. He had planned this whole act.

I wasn't mad, just laughed a bit and told the neighbors, "If you all love a kid who takes off with family stuff during tough times, then I wish you kids just like him. Hope your grandkids and great-grandkids do the same to you."

My words hit hard, and the neighbors went silent.

Tired of the drama, I shut the door.

Colin and Mila stayed on their knees for over an hour outside our door. Seeing that I was firm about not letting them in, they finally left.