Jane Wensley, my sister-in-law, scored 280 points on the SAT, but she wanted us to reward her with 32,000 dollars.

The reason was that all her classmates had it, and she couldn't fall behind.

Even Monica Wensley, my mother-in-law, supported her and even wanted to hold a grand celebration, but Monica wanted me and my husband, Jamar Wensley, to pay for it.

What a joke! Monica loved her daughter and wanted me to pay.

I directly confronted Jane.

"Others are admitted to Harvard University or Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Are you really struggling that much? Even getting into a vocational college seems like a long shot for you?"

Jane got angry and threatened me by climbing to the rooftop.

"Haha, am I scared?" I thought.

I said, "If you dare to jump, I'll spend $32,000 on a fine resting place for you. Dare you?"

…

Jane only scored 280 points on the SAT and couldn't even get into a good vocational college, but she asked for a 32,000-dollar SAT reward.

"I've been studying hard for more than ten years; isn't this money worth it?"

I silently rolled my eyes. 280 points? It really wasn't worth it. I recalled scoring 600 points myself.

But Monica looked at her daughter with love.

"Certainly, it's worth it. My daughter is worth not just a reward of 32,000 dollars, but even 80,000 dollars if that's what it takes," she said.

I didn't want to listen anymore. I didn't know what they were proud of with such a low score.

Jane was happy to hear Monica say that.

"Then Mom, when are you going to give me the money? I've already picked out many things to buy, and my classmates have already bought them."

Monica smiled kindly at me.

"Tiffany, Jane has finally finished the SAT after much hard work. You, as her sister-in-law, should also show some appreciation."

"Haha, is this trying to make me a scapegoat? I'm just rich, I'm not stupid." I thought.

I quickly sat further away from her and nodded, "You are right; I remember Jamar told me that he got into a top university, and you gave him 100 dollars as a reward. So, Jane, I'll give you 100 dollars too."

When Jane heard 100 dollars, she flew into a rage, stomped her foot, and said, "Mom, what can I do with 100 dollars? I can't even buy a set of cosmetics. No, I cannot accept it."

Monica's face didn't look good either, and she said, "Jamar is a boy, and he graduated a few years ago. Most importantly, I didn't have any money at that time. Even giving him 100 dollars was difficult at that time."

I kept silent, waiting for her to continue. My husband took the STA just a few years ago. Regardless of how much the prices have escalated, there's no justification for it to jump from 100 to 32,000.

Sure enough, Monica showed no intention of stopping.

"I really had no way back then. You are different now. Look at this big house you live in. Your monthly pocket money is tens of thousands. Giving Jane 32,000 dollars is just a matter of a word from you," she said.

"Exactly," Jane said, "Just tap your finger twice and hand it over. Don't drag it out; why be so stingy?"

"Hehe, this mother and daughter really know how to scheme." I thought.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any other strengths, but I had a strong will. Whatever I promised, I would deliver.

I took out 100 cash from my wallet and handed it to Jane.

"Take it and buy whatever you want with it."

Jane was so angry that she threw my 100 dollars on the ground.

"Who do you think you are looking down on? I asked for 32,000 dollars, and you only gave me 100 dollars. Are you trying to humiliate me? "

"Don't say she's not smart during exams; she's actually quite clever now. I'm just humiliating her." I thought.

"Which one of my classmates doesn't have a reward worth over $16,000? They've got it all now—Apple products, trips, concerts. I need money, and yet I have to consider your feelings. Why should I have to compromise on that?"

"Furthermore, all the money you have is earned by my brother. You don't seem to contribute much daily, spending most of your time at home. It feels like you're relying heavily on my brother's efforts. My mother and I haven't said anything to you about it, but don't you realize how this might be perceived?"

"Ha, it's ironic how she eats under my roof and lives in my house, yet she still finds something to criticize about me. She's truly an unappreciative guest. Today, I'll make it clear who holds the reins in this household." I thought.

I silently picked up the 100 dollars on the ground, blew on it, and put it back in my wallet. Although it's not much, I earned money through hard work.

"Since you look down on this, then you won't take any of it."

Jane completely lost her mind. She grabbed Monica's arm and shook it desperately.

"Mom, will you just watch her bully me like this? Am I still your daughter? Aren't you going to help me?" said Jane.

Monica's face turned pale, and she quickly tried to calm Jane down, and said, "Don't worry, I will speak."

She turned her head and reprimanded me sternly, "Tiffany, as the eldest sister-in-law, you are expected to set an example. According to tradition, the eldest sister-in-law is often seen as a surrogate mother figure. It's your responsibility to look after your younger sister's financial well-being. And if she's willing to accept your help, it signifies her recognition of your role as the eldest among us. This is giving you respect; do you understand? Don't be shameless."

Her words made me angry, and I said, "I don't really need you to give me respect. Jane, you are 18 years old and have grown up. Don't stay in my house anymore. Now, pack up and leave immediately."

Monica and Jane didn't expect me to be so ruthless and directly start a fight. Jane immediately burst into tears.

"Mom, this is ridiculous. Does she seriously want me to leave? This is my brother's house too; shouldn't I be able to live here?" she exclaimed to her mother before turning to me. "I'm going to call my brother right now. When he gets back, we'll see who ends up leaving this house," she added.

After saying that, Jane called Jamar in front of me.

She exaggerated the truth; her mother was even shocked by her words.

"Jamar, you come back quickly; Tiffany wants to kill me and Mom at home. "

Jamar obviously didn't believe it; he could only calm them down.

"Jane, your sister-in-law is not that kind of person; tell Mom not to worry; I will be back soon."

Jane continued to complain, "Hurry up; if you're late, Mom and I will be beaten to death; if you come back, you can only collect our bodies."

Jamar hung up the phone in a hurry, probably rushing home.

Jane arrogantly raised her head and challenged me.

"Just wait and see, see how my brother will deal with you, you bitch."

"At such a young age, she has a sharp tongue. After she said that she wanted to harm me, I couldn't simply brush off such a hurtful remark. I feel I must address this matter."

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate and slapped her, almost making her unable to stand.

She widened her eyes and covered her face, obviously unable to believe that I actually hit her.

"Tiffany, do you really dare to hit me?" she asked.

I sneered inwardly.

"You said it yourself. I almost beat you to death. If I don't take action, how will your brother believe it? Aren't you exposing yourself?"

After saying that, I slapped her again.

The two consecutive slaps made her dizzy.

Originally, Monica, who was watching the excitement on the side, thinking that her daughter was in a dominant position, suddenly jumped up and hugged Jane, feeling extremely distressed.

"How can you hit Jane? So wild, so rude."

If she weren't an elder, I would hit her, too.

The courses were intense in the past two years because Jane attended high school. I understand because I have taken the SAT.

I brought Jane home to take care of her, providing delicious food and drinks, and she stayed in the biggest room with air conditioning throughout the year.

My husband and I dare not go out, afraid of affecting her studies.

We even spend money to hire a tutor for her, not hesitating to pay 100 dollars for each class.

It was all for her to be able to go to a good university and have a better future.

We even didn't dare to have a child for the past two years, afraid of disturbing her.

Who would have thought we made so much effort, but she only scored 280 points.

It was okay if she didn't do well on the exam; after all, not everyone was brilliant.

I didn't expect her to be so ungrateful and start lecturing me.

After slapping Jane twice, I felt relieved. I returned to my room, closed the door, and didn't bother looking at them anymore.

Jane was sobbing uncontrollably outside, her cries so intense that people might have mistaken it for mourning the loss of a loved one.

She cried and cursed at me loudly.

"Tiffany, you worthless shrew. My brother falling for you is your good fortune. How dare you hit me. I will make my brother divorce you, immediately."

Monica covered her mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Can divorce be mentioned casually?"

Jane was not convinced.

"Mom, she has bullied me like this. Don't you let my brother divorce her? What's good about Tiffany? She's ugly and can't even have a baby. She can't even give you a grandson."

"I really don't know what species she is. She's so young and already using foul language. I don't want to have children. It's all for her sake, this trash." I thought.

I opened the door and threw a garbage bag at her.

"Pack up your things and get out of here," I said.

How could she listen to me? She stomped on the garbage bag fiercely.

"Why should I leave? This is my brother's house. If anyone should leave, it's you; you can't give birth to a child."

I was about to slap her again when Jamar opened the door and came in.

Seeing our confrontation, he paused for a moment and immediately put on a smile as he walked towards me.

"Honey, what's going on? Why are you so angry?" He spoke.

I glared at him and said, "Ask your sister and your mother."

Before he could even ask, Jane started screaming, "Jamar, you can't keep this wife. She's too arrogant. Look, she even gave me a swollen face, and she wanted to hit Mom, but I stopped her."

Jamar looked at me and said, "Impossible; your sister-in-law would never lay a hand on Mom, but you..."

He didn't finish his sentence; Jane stomped her feet desperately and said, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I should be beaten?"

I finally sighed in relief; thankfully, Jamar's still got his humanity intact.

But the next second, Jane started to go crazy in my room.

She grabbed all my skincare and makeup products and threw them on the ground. Then she opened my wardrobe and threw all my clothes on the ground, even stepping on them a few times.

"Tiffany, you want to bully me in my own house? Let me tell you, no way."

I was speechless and asked Jamar, "Are you going to do something about it?"

Jamar immediately started picking up my things; Jane dropped one, and he picked up one.

Jane saw him picking up and became even angrier; she tore it apart and threw it away.

Jamar's face darkened, "Are you done causing trouble? What are you going crazy for?"

Jane saw her older brother scolding her, making her even crazier.

"Are you still my brother if you'll scold me for that woman? Listen up, in this family, it's a her-or-me situation. You decide."

Jamar tried his best to endure, and Monica followed with insincere persuasion.

"Jane, you should be a little more reasonable; don't make things difficult for your brother. Although this is your brother's house, they are a couple; forget it, Mom and you move out."

"Let's rent a small apartment and live our own little life so we don't have to look at other people's faces."

"Haha, is this an attempt at persuasion? It definitely seems like you're fanning the flames here." I thought.

Sure enough, Jane became even angrier.

"Why? There is a big house, why should we go out and rent a small apartment? If anyone should go out, it should be Tiffany."

Jane looked at me fiercely with jealousy.

"Why do you get to use those high-end cosmetics? Why do you get to eat imported fruits? Why can't I? "

Seeing her crazy appearance, I knew that reasoning with her was useless.

Jamar also stood there without any intention of taking action.

I directly grabbed her hair and slapped her face left and right, and said, "Jane, do you need your ears cleaned out? Can't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to get lost, so get lost!"

She wanted to fight back, but unfortunately, I pushed her far away, and she happened to hit the corner of the table.

She tried to rush towards me angrily, but Jamar stopped her.

"Enough, stop it right now! This is unacceptable behavior, arguing with your elder sister-in-law and threatening violence. Especially at your young age." said Jamar.

She was unconvinced and said, "She hit me first; I have to fight back; I must fight back."

Jamar held her tightly and said, "I told you not to go crazy. I know how your sister-in-law has treated you these past two years. You're 18 now; can't you be more mature and be a little more reasonable?"

Monica, who was watching Jane go crazy on the side, saw that Jane was at a disadvantage and couldn't just stand there anymore.

Hug Jane tightly.

"Forget it, Jane. You're still young. It doesn't matter if you suffer a little. Don't let your older brother and sister-in-law argue."

Jamar frowned, "Mom, do you ever advise people like this? Jane is the way she is now because you spoiled her."

Upon hearing just a single remark from Jamar, Monica immediately sat down on the ground, pounding her thighs and wailing loudly, "What have I spoiled her? She was slapped by your wife a few times, and I can't even say a word. I am your mother, not your servant or nanny. How can you treat me like this?"

I wanted to roll my eyes, but Jamar immediately apologized to Monica, saying, "I didn't mean that; don't overthink."

Monica took the opportunity to shout, "It's not you who meant it, but your wife. When you're not at home, she calls me a servant, a nanny, and never Monica."

"Damn it! Monica is a real fibber; she has no trouble making up lies on the spot." I thought.

I was about to argue, but Monica suddenly grabbed Jane and knelt in front of me, slapping herself while kneeling.

"Tiffany, I beg you, don't drive me away. We are widowed and orphaned. Where do you want to drive me away? We can only wait to die when we go out."

Jamar immediately went to pull her mother up and begged me. "Tiffany, we are all family; let's forget about everything and call Mom to get up."

I was angry but still wanted to pull Monica up first. As for Jane, she could kneel as long as she wanted, and I would ignore her.

Unexpectedly, before Monica stood up, Jane suddenly ran to the rooftop and said as she ran, "Tiffany, if you bully me, I will die to show you, make you a murderer, and make you unable to live the rest of your life."