After my husband’s uncle passed away, my aunt-in-law was abandoned by both of her sons. My mother-in-law, taking pity on her, suggested they live together for companionship. This living arrangement lasted for eight years. During those eight years, whenever I bought things, gave living expenses, or arranged medical checkups, I always paid double. Later, my aunt-in-law won the lottery—$4.5 million after taxes—and immediately transferred the money to her two sons: "This time, I'm giving $2.25 million to my older son and $2.25 million to my younger son. Now that I'm treating them equally, they can't accuse me of playing favorites anymore." Then, she turned to me. "You don't have a real job right now anyway, so go be a nanny for my older son. You'll get $3,000 a month, consider it my way of repaying you and your husband." That very day, I packed her bags and sent them straight to her son's house. Along with her luggage, I sent her cancer diagnosis report. 1 It was my mother-in-law who called me. She sounded frantic, urging me to come home immediately. I thought my aunt-in-law had a sudden medical emergency and rushed back from the company in a panic. I bumped into my husband downstairs. When we ran upstairs and opened the door, we saw my mother-in-law sitting on the sofa, fuming. My aunt-in-law didn't look too good either, sitting on the other side of the sofa, her head turned toward the window. "Mom, Auntie, what's going on with you two?" As soon as I spoke, my mother-in-law shot up, pointing at her sister-in-law. "Send her to her son's house immediately!" "Why should I?" My aunt-in-law whipped her head around, ready to fight. My mother-in-law gritted her teeth, visibly unstable, and said: "You have sons of your own, yet you insist on freeloading here. Do you think my son and daughter-in-law are suckers? Get out right now, before I kick you out!" My husband and I were completely bewildered. We quickly tried to calm my mother-in-law down and asked what had happened. Panting heavily, she complained: "She won the lottery! Four and a half million dollars, and she split it all between her two sons!" "Those two kids she raised, neither of them is worth a damn. In eight years, they haven't even shown their faces!" As we gasped in shock, my mother-in-law pointed at her again. "Search your conscience and tell me, haven't my son and daughter-in-law treated you well enough these past eight years? Do you have any decency left?" No sooner had my mother-in-law finished speaking than my aunt-in-law stood up, eyes wide. She yelled back at her. "Are you obsessed with money? That's the money I won from the lottery, what does it have to do with you! I'll give it to whoever I want, and I'm deliberately not giving it to your son, so what!" 2 The air was thick with tension. My husband and I looked at each other, our brows furrowed. He walked over and spoke calmly to his aunt. "Auntie, you know what kind of people my older and younger cousins are. They haven't checked on you in all these years; it's like they don't even have a mother." "Shut your mouth!" She clawed the air and yelled at him, "Are you like your mother, wanting to hoard my four and a half million all to yourselves?" I was utterly speechless at this and tried to explain. "No one wants to hoard your four and a half million. My point is, since your two sons are unfilial, why didn't you save some retirement money for yourself?" I thought I had phrased it as tactfully as possible. But to my surprise, she rolled her eyes at me and argued unreasonably: "I'm so old, I don't need money on hand. Besides, what use do I have for so much money? Wait for people to scheme against me for it?" "You are incurable!" My mother-in-law stomped her foot in anger. "You just treat my son as a sucker! Not saving your own retirement money, waiting for my son and daughter-in-law to provide for you! If you get sick or have an accident later, who's going to pay for the hospital?!" My aunt-in-law's expression paused. It seemed my mother-in-law's words had slightly awakened her. But immediately, she put on a relieved expression and actually said: "Chloe and her husband earn quite a bit. I'm already this age, I won't get those chronic diseases, and going to the hospital won't cost much." "Anyway, you've already taken care of me for eight years, another ten or eight won't make a difference." Hearing this, my mother-in-law was so angry she almost fainted. I hurriedly comforted her while asking my aunt-in-law in extreme bafflement: "What do you take us for?" She shrugged and said with a very self-righteous tone: "Chloe, you can't say things like that. It was your mother-in-law who begged me to come and keep her company. I was afraid your mother-in-law would be lonely, so I had no choice but to refuse my two sons' offers to provide for me." I laughed outright out of sheer anger. "You've favored your younger son since childhood, breaking your older son's heart until he cut ties with you." "Yet your younger son, spoiled rotten by you, doesn't even take you seriously. Back when my husband's uncle died, it was because neither of them cared about you that my mother-in-law, out of the goodness of her heart, asked you to move in together." "For these eight years, you've enjoyed the same treatment as my mother-in-law. My husband and I gave you everything we could. And now you win the lottery, don't leave a dime for your own retirement, and still expect us to continue providing for you?" Hearing this, she snorted coldly, plopped back down on the sofa, and said contemptuously: "No matter what, you invited me back then, and a good deed should be done to the end. My two sons are busy to death all day, they don't have easy jobs like you do. And I'm used to living here now, so whatever you say is useless." "Our jobs are easy?" My husband stepped forward. "For this family, Chloe and I work from morning till night every day. Can you be reasonable?" "What reason should I listen to?" She glared. "Being reasonable just means you want money. I'm telling you clearly, there's not a single cent left." "And you should know how much your uncle did for your family in the past!" "He helped you with the heavy lifting a lot, didn't he? Frankly, what you're doing now is just repaying our family's favor!" 3 Hearing her words, my blood boiled. Back then, when my father-in-law was seriously ill, we had several acres of fields waiting to be harvested. My husband and I were so tired we couldn't even straighten our backs, but we were still too slow. Seeing that the crops were about to rot in the fields, my aunt and uncle came, and she arranged for him to help us work. That feeling of receiving help in our darkest hour moved us deeply. But after the harvest, my uncle used the busy farming season as an excuse to take away one-third of the total yield. This left our family at a total loss. Because at that time, my father-in-law's medical bills were also very high. But we couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse. Later, my aunt and uncle had a huge fight, even reaching the point of threatening divorce, but my uncle wouldn't yield an inch. My mother-in-law really had no choice. She couldn't let a family break apart over some grain, so she agreed to it. Although we were a bit dissatisfied with my uncle, we were full of gratitude toward my aunt. But looking back now... Could that have been a sob story they put on together? I pulled my thoughts back. I didn't want to bring up the past anymore, wanting to leave a good impression of our familial bond. Then I said to her: "Forget it, Auntie, let's not talk about who owes who. No matter how much I owed you, these eight years should have paid it back." "I'll say it again, we didn't want to take your lottery money. Since you've already given it to your two sons, they now have the ability to support you. I hope you enjoy your twilight years. I'll take you back." My husband pulled out his car keys upon hearing my words. But my aunt showed no sign of getting up. Sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, she shamelessly refused. "I said I'm not leaving, I'm used to living here, and I don't want to trouble my two sons." His good temper was almost depleted. He frowned and asked her, "Then you have the nerve to trouble us?" "Liam, what kind of talk is that? I am your aunt!" "Those two are your sons! By reason and logic, they should be the ones supporting you! Before, they had no money and no heart, but now that they have money, shouldn't they immediately take you back? I said if they don't have time, I'll take you." She glared at us, scanning the room with utter bafflement. Full of resentment, she said: "And here I thought of you as family! I must have been blind!" "Since you all know I was abandoned by my two sons because of my favoritism, why don't you think about my situation?" "This time, I'm giving $2.25 million to my older son and $2.25 million to my younger son. Now that I'm treating them equally, they can't accuse me of playing favorites anymore." "Solving a lifetime's worth of resentment with this one thing, you should be happy for me!" Then she sneered disdainfully again. And said to me: "You don't have a real job right now anyway, so go be a nanny for my older son. You'll get $3,000 a month, consider it my way of repaying you and your husband." "You should be satisfied now, right?" Seeing her dismissive attitude, the anger I had suppressed for so long finally erupted. 4 I pointed at her nose and asked: "Why should others pay for the sins you committed yourself? What obligation do we have to be happy for you!" "Also, I may not have a stable job, but I can still generously take out two months' salary to give you living expenses and take you for medical checkups!" "And what about your two sons? They're both afraid of getting involved, not even daring to give you a call. We've done everything humanly possible for you. Don't think you can overstay your welcome. You must leave today!" Saying that, I went to pull her arm. She resisted fiercely, and after breaking free, immediately pulled out her phone to make a call. "Son!" But as soon as she yelled one word, the call was hung up. Besides looking dumbfounded, her face was filled with helplessness. She actually said to me: "Look at this, my son won't even answer my calls. Are you kicking me out to die in the streets? How can you be so cruel? I'm your husband's aunt, your elder!" "I don't care if you die in the streets! If you want to call someone cruel, you should curse your two sons!" I went over to pull her again. Like a stubborn dog, she clung to the sofa, dodging while sending a voice message: "Sons, come quick, Mom is being kicked out of here. If I'm kicked out, you'll have to support me. Come quickly!" I was thoroughly infuriated by her shamelessness. My husband and mother-in-law were also livid. "How can you be so shameless? Do you have any dignity as an elder left! They are your sons. Instead of looking for them, why are you leeching off us!" She stiffened her neck and retorted, "My two sons aren't even married yet. After giving them that money to buy cars and houses, how much will be left? If I get sick and need to spend money later, it'll put pressure on them. Anyway, I'm not leaving. You called me here, and I'm not leaving." 5 She acted completely like a shrew; her shameless behavior was nauseating. And the three of us were already enraged. No longer wasting words on her, the three of us worked together to force her out the door. However, she shrieked, "Murder! Help!" Just as we were about to push her out the door. Her two sons, my older cousin Mark and my younger cousin Jason, arrived at the door at the same time. They stopped us with fierce glares. "What are you doing!" Jason roared. She took this opportunity to break free from us. Like a loach, she found a gap, slipped back into the house, and lay straight down on the sofa. I was so exasperated I was speechless. I told her two sons directly: "Take your mother away immediately, she is not welcome here!" 6 These two sons received different treatment growing up, so their personalities were also different. Faced with this situation, Mark pulled my husband aside to understand what was going on. But before my husband could speak, Jason started chirping. "What is this? Back then you begged to bring my mom here, and now you want to kick her out. Are you even human!" Indeed, a family doesn't produce two different breeds. I pushed Mark aside and went straight up to Jason's face. "An inhuman thing talking to me about human topics? Your mom lived here for eight years, did you ever show half an ounce of concern!" After speaking, I looked back and said to Mark. "Since you are both here today, let's get things straight. We took your mom in back then purely because no one was taking care of her, and we did it out of kindness." "Now that you both have money, there's no reason not to take her back. What I have to say is that simple." Mark fell silent, shot his mother a complex look, and said. "Let's put her in a nursing home. We two will cover the expenses there." A very reasonable statement, but unexpectedly, it was unanimously opposed by her and Jason. She immediately jumped up and yelled, "You bastard, is that human language? Sending your own mother to a nursing home with your own hands? I'm not old yet!" "As a mother, I was worried about the pressure of your lives. Not only did I give you over two million, but I also brazenly stayed here to be yelled at. And now, not only do you not speak up for me, but you turn against me! It seems I was right not to favor you back then!" Jason's words were even more direct, "If you want to spend money, spend it yourself. I already bought a car with my money!" Mark was choked speechless and turned his head away in anger. My patience was completely worn out, and I asked again. "Are you leaving or not? I don't have time to waste words with you anymore!" "Not leaving at all!" She sprawled on the sofa, limp as a puddle of mud. "No matter what you say, I won't leave. You have to support me until I die." I nodded through gritted teeth and pulled out my phone to call the police. "No problem. Since you want to stay and refuse to leave, let's see if the police will handle this." However, at this moment, Jason snatched my phone away and said to me with glaring eyes. "If you call the police, where will my face as a son be? You are not allowed to call the police!" "You still care about your face?" I asked, word by word. Jason sighed deeply, swaying his body in extreme dissatisfaction. "I get it now. You're just upset that my mom won the lottery and didn't give you any money, right?" "How about this, does your husband know how to drive? Let him be my driver, and I'll give him fifteen hundred a month." I delivered a vicious kick. Jason was kicked into the doorframe. He struggled up to hit me, and my aunt-in-law, who had been playing dead, charged over screaming. The scene instantly turned chaotic. "I dare any of you to move!" I pointed at their noses. "Have I given you too much face? Try moving and see what happens!" Jason and she were intimidated by me. They threatened me indignantly: "You're truly crazy. Daring to hit people in peaceful times, I'll make you lose everything!" "Then call the police. Blaming me for hitting you while publicly robbing me? Call them!" Hearing my words, Jason fearfully threw my phone onto the shoe cabinet. She also instantly lost her temper. Panting heavily, I glared at them coldly and said: "Based on the fact that we're relatives, I didn't want things to get too ugly. But I've tried talking nicely. If you still refuse to realize your mistakes, don't blame me for posting this online and making you unable to lift your heads for the rest of your lives!" "Examine your own consciences. Haven't I done enough these past eight years? Taking advantage and then acting innocent, let's see you try not leaving my house today!"
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