I received 3,300,000 dollars in demolition compensation, but my mother blocked me on WhatsApp.

I was trapped at the train station by the blizzard and had to ask my father for help. However, he hung up the phone and asked me to reflect on myself and apologize.

I walked home in heavy snow and heard my younger brother throwing a tantrum. "My sister lost her job, and I won't help her pay the mortgage. You should write a will now and clarify this!"

My parents comforted him and said, "Don't worry, son. After your sister transfers the deed, we will cut off ties with her!"

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In fact, I wanted to surprise them.

My house was being requisitioned by the government. When I received compensation, I was at the train station.

So I joked with my mother, saying that I might have to go home and rely on them because I lost my job.

Her happy face instantly turned gloomy.

The last image in the video showed her fiercely pressing the hang-up button.

And my phone screen was frozen on the transfer interface.

The transfer amount was 1,600,000 dollars.

I just punched in the last digit of the password.

The pop-up window reminded me, "She is no longer my friend."

The thin soles of my shoes were soaked by the melted snow, and the bone-chilling cold rushed from my feet to my head.

My father's accusation echoed in my ears. "I heard you lost your job. Who will pay the mortgage this month? Sending you to college is a waste of money. If I had known, I would have married you off earlier, so I could recoup my investment sooner!"

His tone made me feel like I was a commodity bought and sold at will.

They gave birth to me only because I could support them and my younger brother. When I had no money left, they would discard me.

An unloved child was lowly. In the past, I would rather break my bones to make them laugh.

But this time, I didn't want to anxiously please them anymore.

I took out the key to open the door, and the lock made a mechanical and incompatible friction sound.

The door lock had been changed!

After hearing the movement, the three people in the room instantly fell silent.

My dad nervously shouted, "Who is it?"

My younger brother Reid Thomas deliberately shouted, "Could it be that my useless sister is home?"

The door was opened, and it was my mother, who looked embarrassed. She spoke with a hint of reproach, "Why are you suddenly home? You didn't even make a phone call in advance."

I showed her the transfer interface and said, "The company has transferred several thousand dollars to me this month. I wanted to transfer more money to you guys, but you blocked me. I called Dad, but he hung up on me. If you don't believe me, ask him."

I looked up at my dad, who hesitated and tried to explain.

My mom's eyes lit up when she heard that I wanted to transfer money to her.

She took the suitcase from my hand and dragged me into the house, muttering to herself.

"I am presbyopic and I accidentally unfriended you. It's snowing heavily outside. Are you freezing? Have a few bites of hot food, and after you finish eating, I'll ask your dad to run a hot bath for you."

I remained silent for a long time.

My parents were farmers and had never used their eyes much in their whole life.

This year I bought them reading glasses. The doctor said they had very good eyesight and could read small print in books even clearer than me.

Dad also smiled happily and said, "Hazel is so capable and will definitely make a lot of money. We've got an amazing future ahead of us!"

Mom put down her flatware, found several old mattresses from the wardrobe, and laid them on the floor in the living room.

She still had that look on her face and explained, "Hazel, you know that Reid is taking the SAT this year, so your dad and I have decided to turn your bedroom into his study. Tonight, you'll sleep on the floor for one night, and anyway, you will start working on Monday."

I looked around this two-story brightly lit house with stylish decorations.

If I remembered correctly, I had saved 33,000 dollars in my first year of work and used it all to build this new house.

In my second year of work, I took out a loan to buy a large flat in the city.

When Reid first came to my flat, his desire was undisguised in his eyes.

He was very straightforward and turned to ask our parents, "Hazel will get married sooner or later. Logically speaking, the house should be bought by her husband. Is it too much to ask that I'll keep this flat after getting married?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom and Dad nod in agreement.

"Hazel, eat less meat, otherwise you won't be able to find a husband. Unlike me, I need to eat more!"

My brother's words brought me back to reality.

He put all the meat in his bowl, leaving me with only a little soup.

I had been eating this kind of soup for eighteen years.

At that time, my parents said that my brother, being a boy, needed more nutrition than me.

I pushed aside the leftovers and smiled at the three of them. "Actually, I have been laid off, and several thousand dollars the company gave me is compensation. I can't afford the mortgage anymore. So, I need you to vacate the room and give me a new key."

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!

I looked at the 3,300,000 dollars in my bank account, and waves of sadness crashed over me.

In the past, I did my best to meet their demands in exchange for a few minutes of their smiles.

Now, if I took out the money, they would definitely call me sweetheart and beg me to come back home.

But what if I ran out of money and they still asked me for some more?

Now I understood that love had long been a tool for them to exploit me.

Love with conditions was not love, but a mask to conceal their real desires and greed!

Fortunately, money could solve all my problems.

No drivers picked up orders in extreme weather, so I kept raising the price and finally hailed a limo.

The small inn was fully booked, so I booked a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

The next day at noon, I was awakened by my ringing phone. I answered it in a daze and realized it was my mom.

"Hazel, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistake. Come to Blue Sea Hotel, and we'll forgive your nonsense last night!"

Before I could finish speaking, she hung up the phone.

Most likely it was a trap.

I wanted to see what trick they were playing.

I pushed open the door of the private room, and everyone inside was very happy. There were also two strangers sitting at the head of the table.

My mom sat me down and enthusiastically introduced me. "This is my daughter, who graduated from a prestigious university. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

A bald man named Roy nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "Indeed, not bad."

My mother enthusiastically handed the menu to another young girl.

"Freya, our family has always put ladies first. Read the menu and order what you'd like to eat. Hazel will pay for it."

Freya Hayes smiled sweetly at me and said, "Thank you, Hazel. I'll make myself at home."

Reid leaned close to Freya and lecherously kissed her before saying, "Babe, I'd like a few hairy crabs and two lobsters!"

I felt nauseous.

Damn, I wanted to cover my eyes.

At this time, Roy held the menu. My dad cleared his throat and pretended to be mysterious. "I haven't introduced this gentleman yet. This young man next to me is the husband I have chosen for Hazel!"

I almost squirted the water in my mouth.

My mother continued, "This gentleman said that he is willing to pay a dowry of 50,000‬ dollars to marry Hazel! Freya, we will be nice to you. As long as you are willing to marry Reid, we will also pay a dowry of 50,000‬ dollars!"

Wow, so they wanted to marry me off for 50,000‬ dollars and used the money to get Reid a wife.

This was not over yet. Reid reminded me, "Hazel, you promised to sign over the flat, remember?"

When it came to the house, Freya got excited. "I heard you've got a large flat. When will you take me to see it?"

She waved her empty wrist and hinted crazily, "My sister-in-law bought me a bunch of gold bracelets and necklaces when she married my brother. Hazel, you are so rich. You gotta buy me diamonds!"

Hearing her demand, Reid looked satisfied and echoed, "Of course, my sister will buy it for you!"

My mother clapped her hands regretfully. "It's our fault for being inconsiderate. Hazel, there is a shopping mall downstairs. Take Freya to pick a gift later. Just consider it as a gift from our whole family to her!"

Roy stared at me with an evil leer the whole time.

Unintentionally, a few drops of saliva flowed into the gap between his double chin.

I had no appetite at all!

My stomach was churning.

I wanted to leave on the pretext of having a stomach ache.

Reid blocked my way at the hotel door and shouted into the private room, "Mom, Dad, Roy, Hazel wants to run away!"

After saying that, he rushed up and held down my hands and feet.

Roy even provocatively lifted my chin and pouted, as if he was about to kiss me.