With evidence in hand, he couldn't argue.

But I had still underestimated how shameless this man could be.

He actually tried to snatch my phone.

Luckily, I was quick enough to stop him.

He yelled at me in frustration, "Emma, you're just trying to extort me now that you see I have money. Let me tell you, I'm not giving you a single penny."

"Get out of here right now, or don't blame me for getting rough with you."

The money I had worked so hard to earn, I lent to him.

And now he had the audacity to say I was extorting him?

I wasn't about to waste any more time with this idiot. I didn't want to stay in that place for even another second.

What bad luck.

"Not going to pay? Then wait to receive a court summons!"

With that, I turned and left.

There was no point in getting entangled with a scoundrel like him. If he turned violent, it would be a loss for me.

After leaving, I immediately hailed a taxi and went home.

My parents were initially happy to see me, but when they heard I wanted to break off the engagement with Felix, their faces turned serious as they asked me what had happened.

I recounted the entire situation word for word.

My parents were so furious that their blood pressure spiked, and they wanted to confront Felix.

That was exactly what I wanted.

I packed up all the near-expiry yogurt, walnut milk, and the cheap supplements he brought over when we got engaged—all of it, without missing a thing.

Returned all of them.

When we arrived at Felix's house, my parents politely knocked on the door.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came to open it.

I was sure someone was home because I could see someone peeking through the peephole.

Too guilty to open the door, huh?

Didn't want to pay back the money, huh?

Very good.

I grabbed those cheap items and hurled them at the door with all my might. Milk and supplements splattered all over the walls and floor, glass shards scattered everywhere, leaving a complete mess.

After I finished venting my anger, the people inside finally opened the door, shouting as they did so.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Why are you causing trouble at my house?"

Felix's mother, Jaelyn, wanted to come out, but there was no place to step, so she could only stand there and curse at me.

"Emma, you wicked girl, can't extort money from us, so you come and smash our door in revenge? How can you be so vicious and shameless? Do you want me to call the police and have you arrested?"

This old hag had always looked down on me, constantly causing trouble for me.

I had let it slide before because of Felix.

But she really thought I was afraid of her.

"Who do you think you're cursing? What gives you the right to insult my daughter? Your son is the one who's acting like a scumbag, and you have the nerve to curse my daughter? Like mother, like son."

It was the first time I'd heard my mom curse someone, and it was oddly refreshing.

"Go ahead and call the police. I'd be thrilled if you did. It's only right to pay back debts. Your son probably won't let you call them because he knows he's in the wrong."

Even if the police came, at most, they'd give me a verbal warning and maybe order me to pay for the cleanup.

I got plenty of money now.

I was not afraid to pay.

"Emma, aren't you done yet?"

After all the commotion, Felix finally decided to come out.

He looked at me with such disdain, he might as well have had disgust written on his face.

"Is your family so poor you can't even afford food? Do you really need to extort 50,000‬ dollars from me? A bunch of paupers. Out of consideration for our five years together, I won't hold this against you today. Anyway, my family doesn't just have this one house now; we have plenty of places to live."

"But if you think you'll get any money from me, dream on."

Jaelyn chimed in, "My son is right. We're not in the same class as you people anymore. Just look at your shabby appearance—just looking at you makes me sick."

My parents were furious.

I sneered.

"Hmph, you're right—we're definitely not in the same class anymore. Even talking to you lowers my standards."

"A family of trash should stay in the garbage heap."

After cursing them out, I turned and pulled my parents away.

Having vented my anger, we went home, took turns washing up, and changed into fresh clothes.

Just as we were about to go out for a big meal, our family WhatsApp chat group exploded.

Beatrice, my cousin-in-law, made snide remarks in the group.

"Emma, I heard Felix broke off the engagement with you?"

"His family got 800,000 dollars and two apartments from the demolition. Why are you making a fuss with him when they're so rich?"

"I'm telling you, you really need to work on your temper. Don't act out all the time. You're not getting any younger, you're already thirty, and now that you've been dumped, who's going to want you in the future?"

"Your parents don't make much money each month. Marrying Felix would have been a blessing for your whole family, but you couldn't even hold on to that."

"Listen to your cousin-in-law. Go apologize to Felix. He's soft-hearted, maybe you can still patch things up."

Beatrice was Felix's cousin.

She was the one who set me up with Felix in the first place.

When some relatives in the group heard Felix had money, they all sided with her, trying to persuade me.

They all claimed they were saying these things for my own good.

Beatrice even posted pictures of me smashing things at Felix's house.

She twisted the story to make me look like the bad guy.

I was instantly furious, furiously typing back.

"Beatrice, do you have too much salt in your diet? Is that why you're so bored?"

"When you were born, was your brain squeezed and shrunk? Why do you love groveling so much? Hurry up then, maybe you can catch something warm."

"My parents' salaries may be low, but it's still better than you earning 150 dollars a month cleaning toilets. You borrowed 5,000 dollars from me last year and promised to repay it in a month. It's been a year now. Please transfer it to my account by tomorrow, or be prepared for me to sue you."

"You like receiving blessings so much, how about I give you one? Come over and kowtow to me. I'll give you 100 for each kowtow. The more you kowtow, the more you get."

"If you want to receive this blessing, you better hurry. Once it expires, I won't wait."

"And to those who are backing him up, those who mocked my family for being poor, you really have nothing better to do. Tomorrow, I'll take my parents to buy a house and a car. Take care of your own petty issues; my matters are none of your concern."

After finishing my rant, I closed the group chat.

My parents looked at the relatives in the group, who were unanimously against me, their faces turning dark with anger.

They had been honest and straightforward their whole lives, unable to utter anything harsh, so they could only stew in silence.

I comforted them, "Dad, Mom, don't be angry. It's not worth it to harm your health over such petty people."

"Come on, your daughter will take you out for a big meal."

My parents, mindful of money, were reluctant to go.

"Emma, don't spend unnecessarily. Save the money for yourself. We're fine with anything."

"Yes, Emma, listen to your dad. I'll make you your favorite braised pork at home."

Seeing their heads full of white hair, I felt a pang of sorrow.

I was their only daughter. Although I had given them money every month all these years, they still didn't eat or dress well.

They just wanted to save money to buy me a house.

Now that I had money, it was their turn to enjoy life.

The next morning, I took my parents out.

We headed straight for the most luxurious villa district in Riverley City.

My parents asked what we were doing there. I smiled but didn't answer, only asking if they liked it.

We finally found one that we all liked.

I waved my hand and paid in full for a fully furnished villa, ready to move in.

My parents looked at me in shock, asking where I got the money.

Even suspected that I robbed the bank.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I had no choice but to tell them about the lottery win.

"Oh my god, 50,000,000 dollars? Your father and I couldn't earn that much in ten lifetimes."

My mom was so happy she almost fainted.

My dad was a bit more composed, though his hand holding the coffee cup was trembling.

"Dad, didn't you always want a car? Let's go buy one."

My dad smiled so wide that his mouth almost reached his ears.

I wanted to buy him a good one, but he insisted on a Mercedes-Benz, saying it was grand.

Helpless, I could only take him to the dealership to choose.

My dad had good taste; he liked an SUV.

I teased him, "In the future, you can drive this car and take mom out for trips. Don't worry about the money; we couldn't spend it all in a lifetime."