My Cousin's Family Lives in My House and Wants to Kick Me Out

When I came back from studying abroad, my aunt prepared delicious food to welcome me, and my uncle warmly invited me back to work in my family's company.

No sooner than I was moved by the enthusiasm of my relatives, my cousin and his wife said,

"You could work in the company, but you have to start as an intern."

"I'm not used to living together with an outsider, not even a nanny. So let her go out and rent a house."

An awkward silence descended upon the scene, and I looked at my uncle and aunt with a frown.

The house was mine, and the company was mine, too.

So what was she talking about?

On the day I returned home, I found that I had failed the house's facial verification, and the password was changed as well.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, my cousin's wife finally came to open the door for me in her slippers, saying impatiently, "You are an adult already. Don't you know to inform us ahead of time before you come to our house?"

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could say anything, my aunt came over, rubbing her hands on her apron. She smiled and said, "Jesse, finally you return home. You look thinner than before. I arrange a dinner for you, so come in, come in."

My aunt's enthusiasm dispelled my doubts. I followed her into the house and saw a table full of dishes.

"I went to the supermarket early in the morning and let the maidservant cook these dishes. Jesse, it's all your favorite ones."

My uncle smiled flatteringly as he took my luggage and said he would put it away for me, "Don't worry about it. You are already home. We would wait upon Princess Jesse for anything."

I felt a little embarrassed and mouthed 'thanks', and then my aunt pulled me aside and asked me about my life while abroad.

My cousin's wife rolled her eyes and went upstairs, muttering, "Do you even know who's the true master here? Living in other's house without paying is an act so shameless."

I didn't hear it clearly, but I heard the shameless part clearly. I frowned and asked her, "Who are you talking about, sisterinlaw?"

My aunt smiled and tried to smooth things over. She took me to the kitchen and said in a low voice, "A few days ago, a relative from her mother's side came over to eat and drink for free. She was angry with them. Jesse, don't argue with your sisterinlaw."

My aunt shed tears. I saw that she didn't look like acting, so I comforted her, "The house is big. If he was really a good person, it's okay for him to stay at our home for a few days. Please persuade my sisterinlaw not to be so stingy, we are all a family."

This villa was my 18th birthday gift, but unfortunately, my parents passed away before they could see it finished.

I was studying abroad at the time, and my aunt wanted to move into it. I thought we were relatives, and she had done a lot in taking care of my mother, so I agreed.

The house was more than 500 square meters. Except for my master bedroom, which was not allowed to be touched, it was also home to their family of four. It could also accommodate a few more people.

My aunt smiled and agreed to it. My uncle had just placed my luggage properly for me, and then my aunt called all the family members to eat dinner.

My cousin was not very familiar with me, and he had only met my eldest sisterinlaw a few times. The two of them ate in silence, but my uncle and aunt kept chatting with me warmly.

When the atmosphere was getting heated, I mentioned my future plans, "I will go to the company to start work in a couple of days. I couldn't just stay at home all the time."

Uncle's face froze, then he waved his hand while laughing, "It's good. Let Tim take you when the time comes. Tim, ask the HR department to make arrangements for Jesse. Some sly people had joined the company over the past two years, and we can't allow them to bully Jesse."

I was just about to say that there was no need to do that. In the past few years, when I was abroad, I handled all the company's businesses remotely. Now that I returned home, it was a good opportunity to discipline those unruly employees.

As a result, my cousin's face darkened, and he said with a bit of displeasure, "Dad, let's make it clear first, our company doesn't practice nepotism. Jesse could join the company, but she had to start as an intern."

I was stunned. As the person holding the most shares, why should I have to work as an intern first?

The uncle slapped him in the face, his face turning ugly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Jesse was your sister. Is there anything wrong asking you to protect your sister?!"

Before Tim could say anything, my cousin's wife threw down her fork and said, "Dad, what you said is wrong, isn't it? Jesse had been studying abroad so she could take up many menial jobs. We can't let her sit around idly, anyway. Also, didn't she have a home of her own? Why does she have to live in our house?"

She looked at me irritatedly and said, "I don't care about the company's affairs, but I'm not used to living together with an outsider. Even a maidservant couldn't do it, let alone her. Let her go out and rent a house."

I was stunned by Tim and his wife's attitudes. The villa was mine, and the company was mine too, but one of them asked me to start as an intern and the other asked me to move out?

Do they know who this house belonged to?

"You're right, an outsider should not live here."

I sneered and was about to throw a tantrum when my aunt held me back.

"Fiona, what nonsense are you talking about? If you do not know how to talk, get out of here and go back upstairs!"

As she spoke, she grabbed my hand and looked at me pleadingly, "Jesse, don't be angry. Your sisterinlaw was muddleheaded today. I will teach her a lesson for you. This was your home, and no one could chase you out!"

The uncle beside him also smiled and said, "Yes, Jesse, don't be angry, you are our little princess."

As he spoke, he kicked his cousin's stool and told him to get out with his wife.

Tim and Fiona were also very angry. They dared to scold me but didn't dare to disobey my parents. They didn't go upstairs but went straight out.

The door slammed loudly, and the welcoming party ended unhappily. I asked, "Uncle and Aunt, what happened?"

My parents had a car accident a few years before. My father died on the spot, and my mother stayed in the hospital for more than a year before she also died.

By then, I was too busy studying abroad and wanted to drop out and come back, but my uncle and aunt stopped me.

"Even if you come back, you can't nurse your mother all the time, right? Auntie had enough time to do that, so I'll take care of your mother."

She took care of my mother wholeheartedly. Once, when I went to visit my mom, I saw my aunt changing a urine bag for her. She didn't mind the filth and tiredness and was much more reliable than a nurse.

My mother lay in bed for more than a year, and her body was clean until her death.

Although I paid her a salary more than that of a caregiver, the family love was more precious. And when my uncle and aunt later offered to maintain the villa for me, I agreed without hesitation.

We are all family, and I was abroad, and the house was just sitting there idle, so I let their whole family move in.

But I didn’t expect that I would be the one to be kicked out.

"My sisterinlaw had only been married for two years, so I could understand that she didn't know that the villa was mine. But what's going on with the company?"

This company was founded by my parents. From a street shop to a company with hundreds of employees, it was the fruit of their hard work.

My uncle was uneducated, but when my parents were alive, they took great care of him, my father's only younger brother, and arranged a job for him.

Two years ago, my cousin Tim joined the company, and I was the one who approved his entry into the job. How come it’s the other way around now that it’s my cousin who arranged for me to be an intern?

My uncle laughed and explained to me, "Your cousin had been bullied in the company in the past two years, and he was afraid that you will be bullied by those oily oldhands when you enter the company."

My aunt also wiped away her tears sadly, "Jesse, it's all my fault. Fiona's parents said that they would not allow her to get married with Tim without a house. You know, we could't afford it... So we just lied that this house was ours. Jesse, could you do me a favor and not expose this matter first?"

She promised me, "I will explain it to her as soon as possible. Jesse, before that, please don't tell her the truth."

The house issue was nothing, I figured. I nodded and said, "But I have to go to the company. This was my parents' business. I couldn't just leave it unattended."

My uncle and aunt agreed, but when I returned to my room, I found that the master bedroom was occupied.

When the villa was being renovated, it was designed by my mother. Her love for me was reflected in every detail. The master bedroom was the one she was most satisfied with, and she selected all the furniture herself.

But she didn't get to see what it actually looked like.

Later, when my uncle and aunt moved in, I specifically told them that they could choose any room except the master bedroom.

But now, someone had moved into the master bedroom without my consent. It was filled with large photo frames, and the decorations were changed. As soon as I entered, I could smell a strong and pungent scent of perfume.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over. When I turned around, my aunt was kneeling in front of me.

"Jesse, listen to my explanation. When Fina got married, she insisted on living here, saying that she couldn't get married if she didn't. Jesse, please feel sympathy for your aunt. It's not easy for Tim to marry. We have emptied our family's savings. If she doesn't want to, the money we have spent will go in vain..."

My aunt was crying as she spoke, and even my uncle beside her was sighing. My aunt grabbed my sleeve. I suppressed my anger and went to help her up first.

"Aunt, get up first."

Making an elder kneel down in front of me? That wasn't my style.

But the aunt refused to get up, kneeling on the ground, and cried about her difficulties, "Your useless, incompetent cousin got hooked on Fiona, that his marriage almost cost all our family's savings. I don't want to follow her wishes, since this was your house. But, I really had no other choice, Jesse. Please forgive me!"

When she cried like this, my uncle wiped his face and said, "Before, when you were abroad, I wanted to tell you about this, but your aunt wouldn't let me do so. If I knew the situation would turn ugly like now, why did we not cancel Tim's marriage. We won't give a damn about the money that had been put in. I am really guilty and ashamed, Jesse!"

My uncle was about to bang his head against the wall, but I quickly stopped him, "Uncle, calm down, let's discuss this... let's discuss this."

It was just a master bedroom, anyway. How could I force this old couple to seek their death for it?

"I'll stay in another room for now, but you need to explain this to them as soon as possible."

They didn't want to lose face, which was understandable.

But I didn't expect that they would let me stay in the attic.

"This was arranged by your sisterinlaw, but don't worry, Jesse. I will tell her the truth as soon as possible. Please, just bear with it for a while, okay?"

I suppressed my anger and gritted my teeth, "Okay, one month at most. Auntie, if you don't do it, I will do it myself then!"

Because of what my aunt said, I didn't bother with my cousin and Fiona for the time being, but I didn't expect that she would become even more aggressive.

"It's nice to live in someone else's house. what a cheeky beggar!"

"I was wondering why the fortune teller said I would encounter a jinx this year. It turns out this is how it is!"

I was busy with jobrelated matters and ignored her words. My uncle and aunt had already promised it, so I didn't bother to argue with her over this.

Unexpectedly, when it was time for dinner, she simply removed a chair.

"I'm sorry, there are only four chairs that could be used in the house, and there was no place for you to eat."

Fiona's expression was full of malice, "Why don't you eat while standing?"

I glanced at her and asked, "You know I ordered and paid for today's dishes, right?"

After spending a few years abroad, my obsession with homeland food reached its peak. My uncle and aunt were reluctant to spend too much money, so in order to stuff my stomach, I ordered all the meat for the dishes from a supplier that specialized in supplying raw materials to fivestar hotels. The price was high, but the meat was fresh and delicious.

Fiona's face froze, and then she frowned, "So what? Do you think you are justified in living in my house?"

After being scolded last time, she had been picking on me. Now that my uncle and aunt were not around, she was even more blatantly aggressive, "If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, get out. Do you really think I have to serve you?"

I didn't want to talk to this kind of person anymore, so I turned around to leave. Then I saw Fiona throwing a handful of sugar wrappers on the ground, "Sweep the floor before you leave. You're living here for free, so at least do some work."

I stopped, turned around, and smirked at her.

The next moment, I picked up a plate on the table and threw it to the ground with a bang.

The soup splashed all over Fiona, and before she could react, I threw away the rest.

Fiona didn't react for a moment until I smashed all the dishes on the table. She pointed at me and yelled angrily, "Jesse, are you crazy!"

I kept smiling and replied calmly, "I paid for these food, so it's within my right to dispose of them, right?"

The mess on the ground startled my uncle and aunt in the room. When they found out, they were dumbfounded and asked, "Jesse, what are you doing?"

I ignored them and continued to say to Fiona, "Oh, and I heard that you haven't been working yet, and you are supported by the family remember to sweep the floor before going back to your room. You are living here for free, so at least do some work."

While Fiona was yelling downstairs, I had a good sleep upstairs.

In the days that followed, Fiona was obviously much more wellbehaved. She didn't dare to throw a tantrum in front of me, and I never bothered to argue with her.

When I was abroad before, I found some problems with the company's finances. So, after I came back, although I didn't start out as an intern, I didn't jump in directly either. Instead, I started with a lower position.

I didn't reveal my identity and quickly became friends with everyone in the department. During this period of time, I also got to hear a lot of office gossip.

But the more I heard, the more alarmed I felt.

I heard that our former boss was killed by a gang of thieves. Fortunately, our current CEO took over the company; otherwise, the company would have closed down long ago.

"Yes, yes, I heard about it too. It was said that the former boss had a daughter who was a little gangster and a speedster. Our boss was kindhearted. It was said that he had raised her abroad and provided for her."

In the past few years, when I was abroad, my uncle held the title of general manager in the company, but it was just an empty title. Two years ago, he said that he could not do the job anymore and arranged for my cousin to take over his position. I didn't say anything and even increased my uncle's dividends.

How did the rumor spread that Tim was the company's boss?

I wanted to ask something else, but I received a phone call. I didn't bother to answer the phone and went back to the office.

Regarding the previous finance issues, after I got the company’s real account books, I entrusted one of my friends from a famous accounting firm to help me check them. Now, the results were out.

But it made me so angry that even my fingers were shaking.

"There are problems with the accounts, and the accounting irregularity is great, conservatively estimated to be tens of millions of dollars. I asked one of my friends in the industry, and he told me that your cousin was quite greedy."

I sat in the office for a long time that day.

This was an economic crime and must not be tolerated.

If it was someone else, I would have called the police directly, but the person on the other end was my cousin.

Even if I didn't care about him, I had to consider my uncle and aunt. They were old and had run around for our family over the years. Tim was their only son, and thus, I should try to hold back as I could.

I had a meeting in the evening, and suddenly I remembered that there was a document on my home computer. I didn't like others touching my things, so I just went back for it myself.

When I passed by my uncle and aunt's room, I wanted to greet them, but I heard my aunt blaming my uncle.

"I've said it before, Jesse was not an easy person to deal with. She had already started checking the accounts, and sooner or later, she will find out about you two. Don't be too softhearted. We're already at the end of the rope."

"Wait a little longer. She just returned home, after all."

My aunt cursed and kept walking around the room, "What are we waiting for? Wait for her to find out that you and Tim were corrupt, or to find out that you were the one who killed her parents?"

Their words made my blood freeze.

My parents were murdered?!

I stood there, feeling as if I were falling into an icy cave, and heard the usually amiable uncle's ferocious voice, "What are you yelling about? Don't forget, you killed her mother, and neither of us could escape responsibility!"

My aunt's voice was obviously guilty. "But I, I had done it as you said. Stop talking nonsense. I told you, Jesse gave me a month to vacate the villa. If things keep going like this, she may well find out the truth someday. I told you at the beginning to kill this little girl. She would cause troubles for us. But you hesitated. Why not do away with her just then? Why did you have to drag it on until now"

As she spoke, she asked again, "Hadn't the driver already come out? Why don't you contact him again, give him some money, and ask him to kill this little bitch!"

My uncle hummed and said, "Okay."

I went up to the attic in a daze. I leaned against the door, my teeth chattering.

There was something wrong with my parents' death. I didn't even notice my potential enemies.

Now, they are sharpening their knives and pointing them at me.

I heard the laughter of my cousin and his wife downstairs. They had come back from outside.

This family was all ungrateful people. I couldn't stay here. I have to find evidence as soon as possible and send them all to jail!

But as soon as I went downstairs, my cousin’s wife called me and asked, “Why are you back?”

My cousin had gone to the bathroom, and she rolled her eyes at me, "Doesn't the company have a rule that you are not allowed to leave early? You are so bold. Do you really think our money is windfall?"

I sneered and glanced at her, "Yes, I think so."

All of their money was tainted by the blood of my parents!

"Why look at me like that?"

She was startled by my expression and suddenly came close to me and said, "Jesse, I have good news for you. I'm pregnant."

Before I understood what she meant, she took a step back, sat on the ground in a particularly funny way, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Husband, Jesse hit my stomach, my child——"

Tim rushed out of the bathroom while barely pulling up his pants and punched me in the cheek.

I fell to the side, trying to dodge, but he held me down and kicked me a few more times.

Fiona was sitting on the ground, snickering at me viciously.

Though held down by a grown man, I managed to raise my knee and hit him hard in the groin.

The next second, a shrill howl sounded, and he fell off me, rolling back and forth on the ground.

Fiona was startled and rushed to help him. I was gasping for breath, pressed the neighborhood security button for help, and dialed 911.

My uncle and aunt also rushed over. My aunt went to help Tim and asked anxiously how he was. My uncle looked at me and asked, "Why did you fight? Jesse, are you okay?"

The latter part of the sentence was perfunctory, and I didn't reply to him. I saw the security guard coming in and pointed at Tim, "He beat me for no reason. Please help me call ambulance. Thank you."

I was the head of the household recorded in the neighborhood system, so even if this family was a longterm resident, I would be the one who was given priority protection if something happened.

Tim was shaking with pain. Fiona first gritted her teeth and rushed towards me, "How dare you hit my husband? I will fight you, you little bitch!"

As a result, before she could hit me, she was stopped by the security guards.

My aunt also cried and wiped her tears, "Jesse, we are all family, what do you want to do?"

The uncle talked to the security guards and said, "This was our family affairs. You guys go back first."

The security guards ignored them. After all, I was the owner of the house.

I ignored them but quietly pointed my phone camera at them.

When I overheard them talking outside the door, I turned on the recording mode and never turned it off.

The police and ambulance arrived almost at the same time.

I explained the situation first, saying that it was Tim who attacked me and that I was acting in selfdefense. Fiona then scolded me, "Bullshit, you hit my stomach first, and I'm a pregnant woman. You're killing me on purpose!"

When she said this, she also said to the police, "Officer, you came at the right time. This woman beat my husband and deliberately killed me. She was a scoundrel. She stayed in our house and wanted to harm our whole family so that she could take over our property!"

When I heard her say this, I was so angry that I laughed. Even the police were shocked and looked at me.

I looked at her and asked slowly, "You said I was coveting your family's property, but did you know that I am the owner of this villa?"

This time, not only Fiona but also my uncle and aunt were shocked. They were still at a loss and didn’t know whether to be happy about Fiona’s pregnancy or scared about me calling the police.

At this moment, he waved his hands quickly, "Jesse, stop talking..."

Unfortunately, I ignored his pleas. Instead, Fiona raised her voice sharply, "What did you say? How could it be yours? My husband showed me the property title deed! Besides, you are a poor fresh graduate whose parents have died..."

Before she could finish her words, I raised my hand and slapped her.

"Your parents are still alive, but why didn't they teach you to respect others?"

The police came over to stop me. Fiona was very excited and struggled to hit me. She was scolded by the police and said angrily, "Officer, this was a liar. Mom and Dad, please say something!"

My uncle and aunt didn't dare to speak. I took out the property certificate from my bag and handed it to the police, "This was my property certificate. The neighborhood security guards could also testify that the householder had always been me."

I looked at Fiona's incredulous expression and reminded her, "Oh, not just this villa, the company was also mine. My parents founded it and made a will before they died. All the shares are in my hands. It had nothing to do with your parentsinlaw and your husband. In exact terms, you and your whole family are the ones who lived off me."

Fiona was stunned by this series of unexpected events and passed out.

She didn't look like acting.

So, she was also sent to the hospital.

I told the police that I didn't want to reconcile, and went to the hospital to get an injury assessment report. When I came out, I was stopped by my aunt.

"Jesse, how could you do this?"

She cried and said we are all family, "It's just a family affair, why did you go to the police station? I beg you, please go and ask the police to drop the case, okay?"

I pushed her hands away and told her, "I feel dizzy right now. The preliminary diagnosis was a concussion. You'd better not touch me, otherwise it will get worse."

At that time, I wanted to do an injury assessment, and Tim also said anxiously that he wanted to do it, too.

But his diagnosis report proved he was in good shape because I didn't exert my full strength, so there wouldn't be any injuries or aftereffects.

But my condition was different.

When Tim hit me, I deliberately tolerated more of his strength so that I was inflicted with more grievous injuries.

I wanted Tim to be sent to jail.

The injury assessment report showed that the injury was minor, but as long as I didn't reconcile, Tim would have to stay in there.

Seeing that I didn't agree to reconcile, my aunt used the same old trick again. She knelt down in front of me and said, "Jesse, I know your brother was impulsive, but we are all a family. Could you forgive him this time, okay?"

When she knelt here, many people passing by looked over here.

My aunt was stunned by what I said. The onlookers looked at her with contempt, and some even took out their phones to record a video.

The police walked over, and a female police officer came to support me and said to her, "We are doing this according to the law. It has no business to do with moral ethics or kinship Don't you trust the law?"

More than trusting, she had a strong sense of law, so she was afraid. I knew what she was afraid of, so I deliberately provoked her, "It's okay for us to reconcile, but the company will not employ him anymore. I don't want to stay with a murderer in the same company. Also, you should move out of the villa as soon as possible. We shouldn't live under the same roof."

Her body shivering, my aunt made sure I was serious before nodding randomly. She said okay, then turned around and left in a hurry.

I knew what she wanted to do.

Only by forcing them into a corner could you make them do something desperate.

I made some moves while I was recuperating in the hospital. I first removed Tim from his position, and when I returned to the company, I would be directly promoted to the position of CEO.

The first thing I did when I returned to the company was to use my authority as the CEO to obtain the account books and the documents of all projects.

The employees who had gossiped with me before were also shocked. In addition to curiosity, they looked at me with fear and worry.

After all, they had no idea that I would be the "former boss's daughter" and "little gangster" as they called me.

Some people even asked me secretly on the company’s anonymous wall whether I would take revenge on them later. I smiled and replied, “No, that's nothing.”

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have discovered the conspiracy so quickly.

When my uncle came to see me, I made an excuse not to meet him and spread the news.

I deliberately let him know that I had found some clues.

Sure enough, in the evening, I heard a sound from the surveillance camera I had set up.

It's my uncle talking on the phone.

"Let's meet at the old place and talk in detail."

I knew the fish was hooked.

I haven't found all the evidence about Tim's crime, but even with this much, it's enough for him to be sentenced to imprisonment first.

So, as soon as Tim came out of the detention center, he got into a new police car in the presence of his uncle and aunt.

The person who picked him up this time was different.

The police arresting him were of an even higher rank.

Last time, it was common police officers; this time, it was a group of criminal police officers.

My aunt sat on the ground and cried, beating my uncle while crying. Then my uncle came to the company.

He came to settle the score with me.

In other words, it was for a plea.

"Jesse, your uncle was ashamed to come to see you, but Tim was the only son in our family, after all."

He must have had a rough time these past few days. He looked thinner, and his hair was all white. He came in and apologized to me first, "Just think of it as a favor to your uncle and forgive Tim this time, okay? If Tim was sentenced, his life would be over."

Causing minor injuries wasn't that serious, but economic crimes was different. The most important thing was that he knew Tim's character too well. Once Tim went to jail, he would definitely reveal his father's crime details in order to reduce his prison time.

I looked at him and asked, "When he embezzled the company's money, why didn't he think that if he was caught and sentenced, his life would be over?"

I would like to ask him, when he deliberately masterminded the car accident and killed my parents, why didn’t he think that my father was his biological brother?

Is this family love? I scoffed to myself.

I clenched my hands tightly, not daring to reveal any more emotions. My uncle was speechless and finally asked me, "What do you want me to do to let him go?"

I thought about it at that time and said to him, "Wait until he finishes his sentence. He had to pay the price for what he did."

My uncle mouthed a 'Well', and before he left, he said to me, "Jesse, I have treated you well over the years."

I didn't answer him, but only after he left, I was filled with hatred. He treated me well. Did that mean he killed my parents but spared my life?

No, I knew for sure he was going to kill me too.

On the night my parents had a car accident, I was originally supposed to be in the car, but my classmate called and invited me to a party. I pleaded with my parents, and after getting their permission, I went out and took a taxi to play with my classmates.

If I could go back in time, I wouldn't allow all this to happen.

I wished it were I who was in the car instead of them.

But the clock couldn't be turned back, anyway.

But my parents must not die in vain, and the murderer must be punished!

After knowing that I was so hardhearted, my aunt came to my company and yelled at me.

Her kindlooking disguise was torn off, revealing her hideous inner self.

"Jesse, didn't I treat you kindly all these years? I took care of your mother considerately and tirelessly, and I cleaned your house regularly. It's unrightful of my son to be greedy for money, but we could at least return it to you. How could you send him to prison? You are pressing our family too hard!"

She kept cursing, and the security guards were holding her back, so she couldn’t even get to me.

I looked at her and replied coldly, "Didn't I pay you as a caregiver? Didn't you live in the villa? Did I put a knife to his neck and force him to embezzle money? It was his greed that sent him to prison, not me."

She choked and wanted to say something further. I walked past her and asked again, "Also, don't you know how my mother died, do you?"

As soon as I said this, her face turned pale, and she looked at me in horror.

I ignored her and went straight to the underground garage.

I didn't stay in the villa anymore. I stayed in the hotel in the following days.

But as soon as I drove out of the company, I was hit by an oncoming pickup truck.

A constant buzzing sound around my ears, the airbag popped out, which I hit hard on, but I was pulled back by the seat belt.

I smelled a rusty scent, blood pouring out of my body. The police were knocking on my car window. I was breathing rapidly, watching them open the door and signal for medical staff to come and help.

Then I passed out.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital ward.

The disinfectant smelled terrible, and my whole body felt pain. I propped myself up and pressed the bell, and the nurse came over quickly.

The police also came with them.

"How am I?"

My voice was hoarse as the nurse introduced my condition, "Except for the serious fracture of your lower leg, the rest are just minor abrasions. Ma'am, you are lucky."

I thanked her and saw the police officer next to me looking at me disapprovingly.

"Jesse, this was too risky. You are risking your life!"

I looked at him, smiled triumphantly, and choked up a little, "But, I won."

This car accident was anticipated by me.

The driver caused my parents' car accident and was later sent to prison only for 'drunk driving causing death'. After he was released, he became an unemployed vagrant and once tried to blackmail my uncle.

The only reason my uncle gave him money was that he wanted this person to continue working for him.

Wreak another car accident on me.

My uncle was still a little hesitant at first, but my aggressiveness finally made him make up his mind.

But he didn't know that I not only hired a private detective to get the evidence but also secretly set up surveillance cameras to monitor him. After collecting all the evidence, I gave it to the police, together with the video I had recorded at home.

The police had been keeping an eye on them during this period, but because they didn't yet realize their plan, if nothing happened to me, the punishment they would face would not match with the crimes they had committed.

How could I allow that?

So, I provoked them even more and made them act hastily and in advance.

I did not die, but their crimes were substantiated.

The driver was caught on the spot, and my uncle and his wife were also arrested by the police on charges of "attempted murder".

Oh, there was another reason why my aunt was arrested. When she came home and saw Fiona trying to run away with the money, she started fighting with her. Fiona had a miscarriage as a result of her assault.

Fiona was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, while my aunt was taken to the police station.

After the couple was arrested, they initially refused to admit their crimes, but faced with strong evidence from the police, they could no longer resist and confessed.

The couple blamed each other, each saying that the other asked them to do it, but the law was overwhelmingly strict and just. Neither of them would be able to get away with their wrongdoings.

The evidence that my aunt had bribed the hospital staff was found, and the other party confessed to the crime and was sentenced.

Tim was imprisoned for economic crimes and received the punishment he deserved.

As for my uncle and aunt, they were both sentenced to life imprisonment because of their heinous nature and multiple crimes.

After the verdict was handed down, they were still not satisfied and requested an appeal, but the second instance still upheld the original verdict.

During the trial, they pointed and cursed at me, saying that I had brought ruin to our family and that I, a girl with such a vicious mind, would sooner or later suffer retribution.

The judge asked them to be quiet, and some people asked them to stop attacking and insulting me.

But there were more people watching me.

I gazed at them in a serious manner and asked, "Oh, now, aren't you suffering retribution?"

God has its own way of retribution.

Bad acts begets bad consequences. Good will be rewarded, and evil will lead to bitter results. This was what they deserved.

The End.

After everything was settled, the first thing I did was to put the villa up for sale.

This place carried the love my parents had for me, but there were more traces of evil people here.

After selling the villa, I donated the money in the name of my parents to support girls who could not continue their studies due to poverty.

This was a gift from my parents, which was filled with their love for me. I chose to give the money made from this love to other girls, and I hoped that they could be surrounded by this love and had a better tomorrow.

In addition, I cleaned up the company, taking this opportunity to drive out all the parasites and protect my parents' painstaking fruit from harm.

By eliminating malpractices and promoting innovation, the company's atmosphere improved a lot, and everything was back on the right track.

I picked a good day, went to the cemetery, and burned the verdict in front of my parents' graves.

The spring breeze didn't touch me, and the sun was shining brightly, but I still felt cold.

I hugged the tombstones, with their photos attached to them, and my eyes slowly became moist.

Before leaving, I kowtowed to them and tried to smile, "You could rest in peace. And I will be fine."

The cemetery was deserted, the wind blew past me, and I was the only one left in this world, with no one to rely on, and I could only move forward alone.

But I was not afraid because my parents’ love had been with me, and as long as I still had the memory, that love would not disappear.

So, go ahead boldly.

It would be a nice sunny day tomorrow.