The moment Tom heard there was money involved, his eyes lit up. "50,000 dollars? Then what are you standing around for? Go make that money! The renovation needs cash right now, so stop getting in the way."

Barbara rolled her eyes as well. "Just go already. Don't slow us down while we're supervising the work."

I nodded and went back to the bedroom to pack my luggage.

Barbara followed me in and stared at me like she was guarding against a thief.

The moment I was not paying attention, she suddenly grabbed my jewelry box.

She said, "Why would you wear gold and jewelry on a business trip? What if you lose it? I'll keep it safe for you, and I'll give it back when you return."

In reality, she had long set her sights on my gold necklace and wanted to claim it for herself.

I did not resist and obediently let go. "You're right. It's better to keep a low profile."

In truth, those pieces of jewelry were all cheap replicas I had bought online. The real ones had already been sold, and the cash was safely stored in a secret account.

I pulled out a bank card and handed it to Barbara. "This is my bank card. The PIN is Tom's birthday. You'll still need to buy materials for the renovation, so feel free to use it for whatever you want."

I had already reported the card as lost, but Barbara did not know that. She took the card with a beaming smile and tucked it into her bra, patting it securely.

"Now, you're being smart. Alright, get going already."

Right before I left, Tom was lounging with his legs crossed, directing the workers to cut through the rebar. When he saw me pulling my suitcase, he impatiently kicked me.

"Wash yesterday's laundry before you leave! You’ve got zero common sense. Are you trying to tire my mom out?"

I endured the pain, set down my suitcase, and walked into the bathroom. Then, I stuffed their mountain of dirty underwear and stinking socks into the washing machine.

As the drum began spinning, I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were ice cold, without a trace of warmth.

That would be the last time.

After finishing the laundry, I picked up my suitcase and walked to the door. I looked back one last time at the home that was about to be destroyed. The load-bearing wall had been cut through two-thirds of the way, and what little remained of the connection was trembling.

Tom and Barbara were huddled around Rex, pointing and gesturing.

"Honey, Mom, I'm leaving," I called out loudly, but no one acknowledged me.

I let out a cold laugh and walked out the door.

Once I left the building, I pulled out my phone and logged into several online loan platforms using Tom's account.

That had all been prepared in advance.

"Honey, the renovation loan needs a face verification. Blink your eyes."

Earlier, when he was drinking water, I had waved my phone at him. His mind was completely focused on those floor-to-ceiling windows, so he did not look carefully and impatiently cooperated with a few gestures.

I looked at the words 'Application Approved' on the screen, and the corner of my lips lifted slightly.

Hundreds of thousands in high-interest loans were deposited instantly, and I immediately transferred the funds to an overseas cryptocurrency account.

After finishing all that, I removed the SIM card from my phone, snapped it in half, and threw it down a storm drain.

Then, I flagged down a taxi. "Take me to the tallest hotel across the street."

I wanted to stand at a high point across them, to watch with my own eyes as they met their doom.

The presidential suite at the five-star hotel had an excellent view.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see directly into the familiar apartment building across the way. On the 28th floor, the security bars had already been removed.

I poured myself a glass of red wine, sat by the window, and opened my tablet. The screen displayed surveillance footage from inside the apartment.

It was a hidden camera that I had specifically installed for 'security purposes.' Even Tom did not know about it.

In the footage, the apartment was already in complete chaos.

That load-bearing wall had completely disappeared. In its place was a massive, completely unobstructed gap.

Rex was leading his workers in installing the frame for the floor-to-ceiling windows. However, because too much of the wall had been removed, the beam above had lost its support and was showing obvious signs of sinking.

Rex stared at a crack in the ceiling, his face turning pale. Concrete dust was constantly falling from the fissure.

"T…This doesn't look right. Mr. Williams, the beam looks like it's about to come down. We can't fit the window frame in."

Tom was holding his phone, filming a video for social media.

When he heard that, he looked up impatiently. "What are you scared of? It's just a little crack! Patch it up with some filler! Hurry up and install it! I want to capture the panoramic view before sunset!"

Barbara had changed into a bright red dress. She stood at the edge of that unprotected drop, posing in various dramatic positions.

"Tom, take a picture of me! Let those broke neighbors see what class looks like! This is what you call luxury living!"

She posted a nine-photo collage on social media with a caption.

[A 270-degree unbeatable river view. Some people can only dream of it!]

One of her friends, who understood construction, left a warning in the comments.

[Barbara, that looks like part of the building's structural support. It's extremely dangerous. You should leave right away!]

Tom saw the comment and grabbed her phone to reply to that comment.

[Get lost! Mind your own damn business. Keep talking nonsense, and I'll block you! A bunch of broke idiots who can't stand seeing our family doing well!]

In the surveillance footage, I watched Rex start packing up his tools. He was a veteran who could sense danger.

"Mr. Williams, I'm done with this job. You can keep the money. This building is about to collapse!"

He threw down the jackhammer and called to his workers to leave.

Tom blocked his path and grabbed him by the collar. "Where do you think you're going? Trying to skip out on the job? Nobody leaves until the work is done, or I'm going to make sure you pay for it badly!"

The two men started shoving each other. Just then, a crisp cracking sound came through the surveillance feed. It was not loud, but it cut through the chaotic argument with piercing clarity.

Everyone froze in place.

The tiles in the corner suddenly shattered, and a large chunk of concrete crashed down next to Tom's feet. Next, the floor started tilting.

A glass sitting on the table slid off and shattered with a loud crash.

The residents downstairs seemed to have noticed something was wrong, too. Soon, a crowd of people ran up and pounded frantically on the door.

Someone roared, "Open up! What's happening in there?"

"My floor is cracking! I can't even open my door anymore!"

Another yelled, "Stop what you're doing! It's going to collapse!"

Barbara shouted back through the door. "Are you insane? If your floor is cracked, that's because the material is cheap! How's that our fault? Are you trying to scam us? Keep it up, and I'll sue you for everything you've got!"

She pressed her body firmly against the door, refusing to let anyone in.

I watched the surveillance feed, my fingers lightly tapping the table. Then, I picked up my phone and made one last call to Tom.

This was a final test and also to create the perfect evidence.

The phone rang for a long time before he answered. "What do you want? Can't you tell I'm busy?"

He sounded furious and unhinged.

I said, "Honey, my right eyelid keeps twitching, and I feel really anxious. Maybe you should stop for now and get someone to reinforce it? Safety first, right?"

Loud background noise came through the phone, along with the screeching sound of twisting metal.

"Shut your damn mouth! You're nothing but bad luck. Always cursing me!"

Then, he immediately hung up.

I put down my phone and pressed the save button on the recording.

In the surveillance footage, the ceiling crack suddenly widened. Several pieces of rebar could not withstand the enormous pressure and snapped.

The video feed shook violently, and the signal cut out instantly.

Nonetheless, I did not need the surveillance anymore because it was happening right across from me.

On the 28th floor of the building opposite, a massive cloud of dust suddenly erupted. Countless pieces of rubble and furniture rained down like hail.