I shook my head again.

"I have no money, where can I get 880,000 dowry for you?"

"John, do you also think that I used that money to support my parents?"

My husband avoided my sight out of guilt and discussed with his son,

"Kevin, how about we wait a little longer for marriage?"

The son looked incredulous.

"Dad, what do you mean? I promised Sophia's parents that I would solve the Dowry issue within three days."

"You've been patient for decades, can't you just stand up for once?"

"Okay, since you can't bear to do it, I'll do it myself!"

I thought he was just speaking in anger, but I didn't expect that the next day I would receive a call from Dr. Evans.

"Ms. Jiang, it's bad. Your son is causing a scene at Willow Creek Rehabilitation Center and is forcing us to refund your mother's fees!"

I rushed over and saw my son with a few hooligans, going crazy.

"This is all my dad's money, why can't I get it back?"

"It's a lousy Willow Creek Rehabilitation Center, so expensive, they must be charging exorbitant fees, believe me or not, I will expose you?"

The caregivers at Willow Creek Rehabilitation Center were all relatively young girls who had never seen such a scene before, so they had no choice but to block the door of the room to prevent them from entering.

I asked the dean to check out the spending records so that my son could see clearly that I was not the one who paid for it.

But he didn't believe it at all and insisted that I forged it.

In desperation, I had to call my husband over.

"Look at what your son has done! He doesn't know how the three million dollars in the card disappeared, but you don't know?"

"Either you explain this matter clearly in front of everyone today, or we get divorced!"

My husband hesitated to speak, but finally spoke hesitantly.

"Son, just do it for your dad's sake and stop making trouble, okay?"

"You can always earn more money if you lose it. There's no need to make the whole family unhappy over such a small matter..."

My son was so angry.

"Dad, what are you afraid of?"

"A woman like my mother won't be wanted by anyone even if she's divorced. Don't worry, I'll always stand by you!"

Seeing that my face was becoming increasingly gloomy, my husband had no choice but to forcibly push him out of Willow Creek Rehabilitation Center.

I was exhausted and apologized to the dean repeatedly.

But unexpectedly, that evening, my son burst into tears, exaggerated the story, and posted it online.

According to his accusation, I not only squandered all of my husband's savings, but also gave all of the 3 million bonus to my parents' home, resulting in my son not even being able to afford Dowry for his engagement.

As soon as the post was published, netizens went wild.

"Isn't this old woman stupid? She's so old, but she's still so ungrateful. I really need to learn something new!"

"That's right, if I were her husband, I would divorce her and kick her out of the house!"

"Her son is so pitiful. He has such bad luck to have such a mother!"

Then, my phone was flooded with calls from parents of students in the calligraphy training class.

"You can't judge a book by its cover. With your character, are you qualified to be a teacher? Bah, return your money now!"

"Otherwise I will report you to the Education Bureau and tear your face off!"

I clenched my fists, remained silent for a moment, and uttered a word.

"good!"

Originally, I planned to take a good rest after retirement.

I started a calligraphy class to teach students, just to supplement the family income.

Now it seems that those two ungrateful bastards are not worth my hard work at all!

Besides, I can’t sit still any longer!

But I didn’t expect that before I could fight back, netizens had already dug out my detailed information and address.

Some people even squatted at the entrance of Oakwood Community and insulted me to my face.

Even my neighbors threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at me.

"I hate vampires the most. They look like human beings, but I didn't expect them to be this kind of people!"

"That's right, living in an Oakwood Community is really unlucky!"

I was just about to explain when my cell phone rang.

It was his son calling. He was very proud.

"Mom, just take out the money! Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen!"

I gnashed my teeth and cursed back.

"Take your mother! I've told you so many times that the money has long been spent by you and your son!"

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the bank with me to print out your bank statement..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bucket of slop was poured over him and the phone screen went black.

I had to go home and find an old phone and insert the card into it.

As soon as I turned on the phone, my brother Michael Grant called.

His tone was filled with worry.

"Are you okay? There's a lot of controversy online. Do you want me to help you deal with it?"

I instantly burst into tears and felt a little aggrieved.

I know my brother knows some big names in the media, but I don't want to trouble him.

When John and I got married, we had no money to buy a house, and he helped us with the down payment.

I sniffed, trying to look relaxed.

"It's okay, I can handle it! You take care of our mom, and don't worry about the rest!"

Even though he is my own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy, it would be better not to have such an ungrateful son!

If I remember correctly, my son is very concerned about his reputation, and his alumni reunion is in a few days. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

On that day, I held up a loud speaker, started a live broadcast, and went straight into The Grandview Hotel where they were having dinner.

Because he had been on the hot search list before, he was recognized by netizens as soon as the live broadcast started, and the number of people in the live broadcast room increased wildly.

At the beginning, most of the comments were cursing me, saying that I was a blood-sucking spendthrift.

But before long, the tone of the conversation began to shift.

"This woman's husband seems to be from our factory, earning 6,000 yuan a month. He often carries a cannon to the park to shoot birds. That footage costs at least hundreds of thousands!"

"What family would dare to do this? My family earns tens of millions a year and we wouldn't even want to do that!"

"But even so, there should be some left. How could there be nothing left?"

It seems that there are still some sensible people in the live broadcast room, although they are not many.

The money did go to another place. Today, I will reveal the answer in front of everyone and give that ungrateful father and son a slap in the face!

Thinking of this, I cleared my throat.

"Thank you to all the netizens for speaking out. I started broadcasting today just to let everyone see clearly whether I used my husband's money to subsidize my parents' home!"

"Who is lying, me or my son?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his son walked out of the private room of The Grandview Hotel, surrounded by dozens of high school classmates.

When he saw me live streaming in the lobby, he immediately got angry.

"Mom, what are you doing here? Go back now and stop embarrassing yourself here!"

A boy in a high-end suit next to him said disdainfully,

"Kevin, is this your mother who emptied out our family savings to support her mother's family? Seeing is believing!"

"What happened two days ago, you were not deliberately making trouble, were you? It's not easy for you at your age."

My son's face turned pale and he urged me to leave quickly.

I pushed him away and asked,

"When have I ever embarrassed myself? But you, talking nonsense and slandering your own family online, are you still right?"

"Since you insist that I was the one who squandered all the family's money, today, I will make it clear to you in front of everyone!"