Sorry, sorry, my sister has a mental illness. She called by mistake, sorry for the trouble.”
He hung up quickly and turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger.
“Are you trying to ruin me? If we lose this money, I’ll jump off a building!”
My parents, who always favored my brother, ignored me on the floor after being kicked.
Mom quickly took my brother’s hand, gently patting it, “Oh dear, what are you saying? This money is yours, no one’s taking it!”
She frowned at me, “Nora, didn’t we agree not to call the police? Can’t you see your brother happy?”
The side of my face th
was kicked burned with pain as I stood up, still trying to reason with my brother.
“I looked it up. This
y isn’t ours, and if caught, we’ll face legal consequences.”
My brother shrugged impatiently, “It’s just us in the house. As long as we don’t say anything, who would know?”
Seeing my continued disapproval, he rolled his eyes, “Mom, Dad, she’s trying to cut off our family’s financial path. I barely have any savings. Now that I finally have money, I can afford Lila’s dowry, but she’s trying to stop me!”
My brother was lazy, working sporadically for years without saving anything.
He finally got a girlfriend, but her family demanded a dowry of ,800, plus a house and car, making him hesitant to marry.
My parents had to pool all their savings to help my brother with a down payment on a new 100–square–meter house.
Unexpectedly, he thought it was too small and fancied a 500–square–meter foreclosure house.
So, they didn’t consult me and directly bid for this house.
“Lila’s family said if we don’t prepare the dowry in three months, they’ll break us up! Mom, Dad, don’t let her stop me from getting married! Don’t you want grandchildren?”
My parents thought he had a point.
My brother put my phone in his pocket, “Sis, why don’t you rest at home? After I give the dowry to Lila’s family, you can come out.”
He spoke while pushing me into a room.
I realized he wanted to lock me up and tried to escape.
“Logan, what are you doing? Are you trying to lock me up?”
But I was no match for my brother, who was only a year younger than me.
Dad hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward to help my brother push me into the room, ignoring my banging and locking the door without hesitation.
“Sis, you’re tired from work, right? Just rest at home for a few days!”
work, risking my
He spat, “Don’t think about blocking my money!”
I sat in the room, which was a storage room with a makeshift folding bed amidst the clutter.
I’ve never had a room of my own, even growing up.
I only set this up when I heard my brother bought a foreclosure house and came back to help him check it out.
I didn’t have my phone, and my
face still throbbed with pain.
During the struggle, my wrist and elbow joint were twisted by my brother.
I shouted loudly but no one responde