After seven years of caring for my severely paralyzed mother, she finally passed away, a look of peace on her face. But three days after her death, my brother—who had vanished for seven years—suddenly appeared, clutching a will. "Mom's will makes it perfectly clear. As her son, I inherit everything she owned." The relatives were quick to react, immediately taking his side. "The money belonged to your mother. She can leave it to whoever she wants. As her children, you just have to respect her wishes." "You're the older sister; it's your duty to step aside for your brother. If it were me, I'd be too ashamed to fight my own flesh and blood over an inheritance." I covered my face with my hands, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Everyone thought I was sobbing in absolute devastation. But only I knew the truth: my idiot brother was completely, utterly screwed. ... When Kyle showed up, I was just about to lower my mother's urn into the freshly dug grave. He ran out of the crowd, crying hysterically, forcefully shoved me aside, and threw his arms around the urn, wailing like a banshee. "Mom! How could you just leave us like this?! I didn't even get to see you one last time!" "Chloe, you heartless bitch! Mom was perfectly fine when I left! It's only been a few years, and you actually managed to kill her!" "Give me my mother back!" The relatives began whispering and murmuring among themselves. Even I felt a bit dazed for a second. The last time I had seen Kyle was seven years ago. I had just graduated from college and landed a fantastic job at a Fortune 500 company. My life was finally on an upward trajectory when I suddenly got a call from Kyle. "Chloe, you need to come home right now! Mom was in a terrible car accident, she's in the ICU!" My head spun. I bought a red-eye flight and rushed home. Our dad died when we were young. My mom raised Kyle and me all by herself. She hadn't enjoyed a single day of comfort in her life, and now this happened. But what I couldn't accept was what happened next. While I was distracted speaking with the surgeons about her emergency procedures, Kyle secretly grabbed my mom's phone, her ID, and her debit cards, ran back to our house, and drained every single cent of our family's savings. I didn't have any money of my own back then. To scrape together enough to cover Mom's immediate medical bills, I borrowed from everyone I possibly could. The crushing debt almost drove me to jump off a bridge. After that, I personally cared for her, spoon-feeding and bathing her for seven grueling years, until the day she died. Seeing Kyle now, I wanted nothing more than to flay him alive. "You son of a bitch. How do you even have the nerve to show your face?" "When Mom was fighting for her life in the hospital, you stole all her money and ran! When she was paralyzed in bed, unable to move, where the hell were you?!" "Now that she's dead, you pop up playing the devoted son?! I'll beat you to death, you shameless piece of trash!" Kyle yelled at the top of his lungs: "Stop bringing up irrelevant garbage! Mom only has one son! If I wasn't here to handle her funeral rites, her soul would never rest in peace!" "If I didn't show up, who knows? You probably would have secretly hoarded all of Mom's inheritance for yourself!" "What inheritance?" While I was momentarily stunned, Kyle pulled a piece of standard printer paper from his jacket. He held it up high for the entire crowd to see. "Aunt Brenda, Uncle Dave, Aunt Susan—look closely! This is a will, written and signed by my mother's own hand." "It states very clearly: upon her death, her entire estate goes exclusively to her son, Kyle." "Bullshit! Mom couldn't even read or write!" I fired back. "She was paralyzed for seven years! I handled all her meals, her bathing, everything! Where exactly did she go to draft a will?!" Kyle smirked smugly. "Mom knew this day would come. She set everything up seven years ago. Uncle Dave can back me up." I looked at my uncle in absolute disbelief. Just this morning, he had patted my shoulder, tears in his eyes. "Your mother had a hard life, Chloe. Thank god she had a daughter like you to take care of her so well. You didn't let her suffer." Uncle Dave avoided my gaze, looking shifty. "Yeah... that did happen. When your mom was first brought to the hospital, she was still lucid. She drafted the will right in front of me. I helped her sit up so she could sign it." "Chloe, you're a good kid. We all see that." "But the money was your mother's. She can give it to whoever she wants. As her children, you just have to respect her wishes." It was easy for him to say. My uncle hadn't worked a single honest day in his life; he survived entirely by leeching off his sisters. That old parasite was obviously going to take the side of the younger parasite, Kyle. Aunt Brenda immediately chimed in. "I'm an older sister too. It's an older sister's duty to step aside and provide for her younger brother. If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to fight my own flesh and blood over an inheritance." She even forced a few fake sobs. "These past few years, your mom cried to me so often because she missed her son. Well, it's finally over. You came back, Kyle. She can rest in peace now." "You're the only male heir left in the family line, Kyle. Don't worry, your aunt is 100% on your side." I stood frozen in place, utterly paralyzed. When the hospital was threatening to cut off her care because I couldn't pay the bills, I didn't cry. When my friends were landing amazing careers, while I could only take odd temp jobs so I had time to rush home and change my mom's adult diapers, I didn't cry. When I was sick and in agonizing pain, rolling around in bed but refusing to go to the doctor to save money, I didn't cry. When I was drowning in debt and loan sharks threw red paint on our front door, I didn't cry. Seven years. Seven full, grueling years. I took care of my mother for seven years. I spoon-fed her every meal, cleaned up her waste, and starved myself just to buy her medication. And yet, behind my back, she left absolutely everything to my brother. I doubled over in pain, my entire body shaking. The tears finally broke free, pouring out uncontrollably. Kyle clicked his tongue in annoyance, tossing his hair. "Alright, enough! Who are you crying for?!" "A son inheriting the property is the natural order of things. Hurry up and hand over the house keys. I have real estate agents waiting to view the property." Aunt Brenda was startled. "You're selling the house?!" "Then where is your sister going to live?" Kyle scoffed. "Why the hell should I care where she lives? It's my house, I can sell it if I want." "She lived there rent-free for seven years. I'm already doing her a massive favor by not charging her back-rent." "My girlfriend is pregnant, and her family is pushing us to get married. If I don't sell the house, how am I supposed to afford a new one for us?" "Unless... you guys are volunteering to lend me some cash?" The moment they heard the word "lend," every single relative started waving their hands frantically. "I don't have any money! Your cousin's wedding wiped out our savings." "All my cash is tied up in the stock market. If I had it, I'd definitely lend it to you." ... Hearing this, I slowly raised my head and wiped away my tears. "You want the estate, right? Fine. You can have it all." Kyle grinned broadly. "Now that's more like it." I laid out my condition: "If you want me to formally waive my right to contest the inheritance, you have to sign an agreement with me right now. From this moment on, absolutely everything belonging to this family is yours, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me." "And whether you live or die in the future, you are strictly forbidden from coming to me for help." Kyle looked me up and down with pure disdain. "Look at you. You don't even have a real job. Once I sell the house, you'll literally be sleeping on the streets. I'm the one who should be worried about you clinging to me for cash!" "I'll sign it. Hurry up and get the papers!" I borrowed a pen and paper from the funeral home staff and quickly drafted the document. Aunt Brenda leaned in close and whispered, "Silly girl, that's your own biological brother. If you cut him off completely, aren't you afraid your dad's ghost will come back to haunt you?" I looked at her with a dead, icy smile. "When Mom's spirit visits me on the seventh day after her death, I'll be sure to ask her whose ghost is going to haunt the person who ripped the gold wedding band off my grandmother's finger the second she stopped breathing. Let's see who should be afraid of karma." Aunt Brenda's face drained of color. She grabbed her hand and scurried away. After Kyle signed the paper, I folded the agreement carefully and put it in my purse. I couldn't help it—I covered my face, my shoulders shaking violently. He clicked his tongue impatiently. "Crying is useless. The agreement is signed. From now on, this family has nothing to do with you, and you won't get a single red cent." "Hurry up and pack your trash. I'm coming to claim the house tomorrow." With that, he rallied all the relatives to go grab lunch at a nearby restaurant. It wasn't until they were completely out of sight that I finally dared to laugh out loud. Chapter 2 Oh, my sweet, idiotic brother. What "estate" did he think was left? He hadn't been home in seven years; he had no idea. Anything of value in that house had been sold years ago to pay for Mom's medical bills. The house itself had a massive second mortgage on it, and I was drowning in an ocean of external debt, constantly stressing over how to survive. And now, he timed his return perfectly to catch the falling anvil. I was absolutely thrilled. I left the funeral home and took a cab straight to a nice hotel. The old house was filled with memories of my mother, and honestly, I couldn't stomach looking at it right now. After taking a long, hot bath, I wrapped myself tightly in the thick hotel comforter. For the first time in seven years, I didn't have to jolt awake at 3:00 AM to change my mom's diaper or sponge-bathe her. I slept so deeply it felt like a coma. When I finally woke up, my phone was blowing up like a ticking time bomb. On the other end of the line, Kyle's voice was a chaotic mix of uncontrollable smugness and desperate impatience. "Chloe, where the hell are you?!" "Get back to the old house right now and hand over the keys! Don't you dare touch any of Mom's stuff! I'm coming over to take inventory immediately." "I'm warning you, if you try to hide anything, and I find out, I will make your life a living hell." I gripped my phone, staring at the pristine hotel ceiling, and suddenly broke into a huge smile. "Alright." "I'll wait for you. I'll even bring some people over to help you with the inventory." I hung up the phone and immediately dialed the number of my biggest creditor. "If you want your money, bring your guys to my house right now. If you're late, the opportunity is gone." I heard heavy breathing on the other end, mixed with a few muffled curses and people scrambling in the background. "Fuck yeah. Wait right there, we're on our way! If you're trying to play us..." "Bring all the promissory notes and loan contracts," I added, then hung up. I checked out of the hotel, hailed a cab, and headed back to the old house—the house where I had struggled and suffocated for seven years, the house I currently wanted to burn to the ground. Just as I pulled up, a dirty, beat-up black van slammed on its brakes, arriving at the exact same moment. Three men stepped out of the van. The leader was a massive guy with a shaved head, eyes sharp as knives, and aggressive tattoos crawling up his neck. We exchanged a single glance. No words were spoken. With a silent, mutual understanding, we walked up the stairs together. The front door of the old house was slightly ajar. The lock had been smashed. Kyle's voice drifted out from inside. "This place is a bit old, but if I clean it up, I can rent it out for a decent chunk of change." "Just wait here, I'll have her clear out her garbage right now." I pushed the door open. Kyle was standing in the center of the living room, a small notepad in his hand, jotting things down. When he turned and saw the three terrifying bruisers standing behind me, he froze for a second. Then, a look of profound, arrogant mockery spread across his face. "I knew you wouldn't just hand it over peacefully. Yesterday was all just an act, huh?" "You didn't dare say a word in front of the family, and now you bring a bunch of thugs here to play tough?" He waved the photocopied will in his hand. "Read it and weep. This is notarized! It's a legally binding document! Everything in this house now belongs to me, Kyle! Who do you think you're scaring with a few street punks? Get the hell out of my house!" I smiled. This really was my wonderful brother. I was worried he might try to deny it! What more was there to say? "The law is the ultimate authority." I said, stepping aside. "You guys heard him, right? He is the legal owner of this house. Everything belongs to him. Whatever business you have, take it up with him." The bald guy completely ignored Kyle's yelling. He pulled a thick stack of loan contracts from his leather bag. "Kid, you've got a big mouth. Since you own everything here, I assume that means you're ready to settle the debts attached to it?" Kyle stumbled back half a step, terrified, but tried to maintain his tough guy act. "What debts?" "You've got the wrong guy. I don't owe you anything." "Get out of here right now! You're trespassing on private property! I'll call the cops!" The bald guy let out a menacing, predatory laugh. "Be my guest. Call 'em right now. I'd love to see if the cops arrest me, or arrest you." "Paying debts is the law of the land! I brought the signed contracts right here. You dare try to deny it?!" He suddenly raised his voice, booming like thunder. "Seven years ago, your mother used this house as collateral to borrow $20,000 from me. With interest compounding over the years, the total balance today is exactly $720,000." "It's all right here in black and white, stamped with her red thumbprint. The contract clearly states that if she can't pay the cash, the house is forfeited to cover the debt. And now you're jumping up and down claiming you're the sole heir to her estate?" The bald guy stepped forward, his spit practically hitting Kyle's deathly pale face. "Well then, shouldn't you be inheriting this debt too?" The color drained entirely from Kyle's face, leaving him as white as a sheet. His eyes bulged out of his head. He looked at the terrifying stack of loan contracts, then at the bald guy, and finally, he whipped his head around to glare at me. His eyes were filled with absolute, terrified disbelief and fury. "No! This is impossible!" "This is the debt her mother owes! It has nothing to do with me! Go after her!" he screamed hysterically, his trembling finger pointing directly at me. I laughed and pulled out the agreement we had signed in front of our mother's urn yesterday. "Didn't we agree yesterday? Everything in this family is inherited by you, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me." "We are blood siblings, after all! My mom is your mom! A son inheriting the estate is the natural order of things. All our relatives can testify to that." "My dear, sweet brother, if you hadn't come back waving that will around, I honestly wouldn't have known where to find you to give you all of this." I picked up the will that had fallen to the floor and gently placed it on the coffee table. I tapped the words: "...shall be inherited entirely by my son, Kyle." "As children, we have to respect Mom's wishes. She said you inherit everything, so it's all yours." "This old house, the few pieces of cheap furniture she left behind, and of course... all the outstanding debts." "NOOOOO!!!" Kyle let out an inhuman, guttural howl. The bald guy was already out of patience. He waved his hand. The two massive thugs behind him lunged forward like they were grabbing a helpless chicken. They instantly pinned Kyle's arms behind his back and slammed his face into the wall. "Chloe! You set me up! You set a fucking trap for me!" He struggled uselessly, cursing and screaming, his voice cracking with tears and absolute despair. I looked at the bald guy. "We are completely settled. Whatever happens next is between you and him." Then, I turned and walked out of the apartment. Taking a deep breath of the outside air, the crushing burden I had carried on my shoulders for seven years finally fell away. The news of Kyle being cornered and beaten by loan sharks in the old house sprouted wings and flew instantly across the family group chat. Aunt Brenda was absolutely heartbroken. She rallied all the relatives to go "save" him. She also launched a vicious attack on me in the group chat. "Chloe, how could you be so evil?!" "Kyle is your biological brother! He's the only male bloodline your father left behind! How could you just stand by and watch him get beaten like that?!" "If your parents knew about this, they'd be rolling in their graves!" I casually typed a reply: "If my dad knew his own sister just stood by and watched her nephew get beaten, he'd be rolling in his grave." "Why don't you do a good deed and pay off the debt for him?" Kyle immediately seized the opportunity, spamming the chat with "Thank you, Aunt Brenda!" and "Aunt Brenda, you're the best!" He expertly hoisted Aunt Brenda onto a pedestal she couldn't climb down from. Her son instantly chimed in: "If you dare pay a single cent of his debt, I am disowning you! You can just adopt him and let him be your son!" Seeing this, Aunt Brenda quickly backpedaled, stating that she couldn't make financial decisions for her household and couldn't help with the money. However, she was more than willing to discipline me, the "ungrateful daughter," on behalf of my dead parents. "Regardless of everything, blood is thicker than water! You are the older sister! Now that your mom is gone, the eldest sister is like a mother! You have to take care of him! Look at the suffering he's going through right now!" "As his aunt, watching this feels like a knife twisting in my heart!" I watched her performance with an emotionless expression. Aunt Brenda finally revealed her true objective. "Chloe, your aunt knows things haven't been easy for you either. But right now, saving Kyle is the priority. I actually have a solution, it just depends on whether you're willing to make a sacrifice for this family." "The Director of my agency, Director Miller, has a son. He's a very honest, well-behaved guy. It's just that he had a severe fever when he was a kid, so his brain works a little slower than normal people. But he absolutely never causes trouble." "The Miller family is loaded! They live in a massive mansion! They don't mind your current financial situation at all. As long as you agree to marry him, you can name your price for the bridal price." "You'd be marrying into a wealthy family, you'd save your brother, and you'd secure your own future! It's a win-win-win situation!" The group chat exploded. Everyone started chiming in to support her. "Chloe, your aunt really found a great way out for you!" "Chloe, if you marry into high society, don't forget about us poor relatives!" "Kyle, you better remember your sister's sacrifice for the rest of your life." I almost laughed out loud. His brain works a little slower? I bet if they "cured" him, he'd still be drooling on himself. This wasn't setting me up on a date. This was blatantly trying to sell me off as a commodity so she could curry favor with her boss! I quickly shut down her beautiful fantasy. "Since the conditions are so amazing, please don't waste it on an outsider like me. You should have your own daughter marry him! I wouldn't dream of stealing such a prime opportunity from her." "Or, even better, just have Kyle marry him! He marries into a rich family, pays off his debt—it's the perfect solution! Just tell Director Miller not to be too strict on the gender requirement." Kyle was absolutely furious. "Chloe, don't be a stuck-up bitch!" "What the hell do you think you are right now?! No parents, drowning in debt! Who besides the Millers would even look twice at you?!"
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