Chapter 4

On the eighth day, seeing no signs of them moving out, I visited them again.

I was greeted, as usual, by my uncle and aunt's pleas and tears.

They kept saying how hard life was and that, as family, I shouldn't push them to desperation.

This time, I stood firm, insisting they leave within the set deadline.

My uncle's face fell; clearly, he hadn't expected me to be so resolute.

My aunt, however, quickly pulled me inside, suggesting we eat first and talk later.

As I sat at the table, my cousin's wife immediately scowled and coldly said, "Be careful, the dinnerware is very expensive. You couldn’t afford to replace it!"

I felt a surge of displeasure upon hearing this.

I had once admired such fine porcelain and had specifically bought some for my home.

Each piece was worth a few thousand dollars.

I didn’t even get the chance to use them, but they did. It was infuriating!

The villa was a mess. My cousin’s son was running around with something in his hands.

Frowning, I saw that he was holding a stuffed toy—my cherished birthday gift from my father when I was a child.

I had even designated a room in the villa to store such precious items.

Before my uncle's family moved in, I had expressly warned them not to touch anything in that room. Clearly, they hadn’t listened.

"Who allowed you to touch my things?"

I snatched the now cotton-exposed toy from his hands, glaring furiously at my uncle!

The child immediately began to cry, kicking and hitting my legs, while my cousin's wife cursed loudly at me.

"Dad, what’s wrong with you, bringing this ill-mannered bumpkin home all the time?"

Ill-mannered? The irony of her words made me want to laugh.

They were squatting in my villa, insulting my mother, and tampering with my belongings—was this their idea of manners?

"You talk to me about manners? Fine, let me teach you what manners are!"

No sooner had I spoken than I slapped my cousin's wife across the face. My long nails left a scratch across her cheek, drawing blood.

"Ahh!" A scream echoed through the villa.

"You lowlife, how dare you hit me! You’re dead!"

My cousin's wife lunged at me with stretched hands, but before she could reach me, I grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.

"Abigail, have you lost your mind?"

My uncle and aunt finally reacted, cursing at me loudly. They probably hadn't expected me, a seemingly weak woman, to suddenly lash out.

"Lost my mind?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "I'm just teaching you what manners are!"

"Madwoman, dad, call the property security to deal with this shameless creature!"

My cousin-in-law roared in frustration, and I agreed with her.

"It's high time we call the security to throw you out. Having you stay in this villa is truly nauseating!"

My uncle, who had just been about to make the call, immediately put his phone away after hearing my words.

They could only act tough in front of me. But if the property security came, they would kicked out without doubt. After all, I was the true owner of this villa.

"Mom and Dad, I got hit, and what are you waiting for?" my cousin-in-law shouted in vexation.

"We're all family; don't air our dirty laundry," my aunt said. Her face looked awful; she dared not scold the wealthy heiress directly, instead trying to soothe her gently.

My uncle, unable to control his temper, spoke harshly, "Go upstairs! You never work but cause me trouble every day!"

My cousin-in-law's eyes widened in disbelief, probably never expecting her in-laws to side with an outsider and talk to her with such a tone.

Fuming, she stormed upstairs, "You all just wait!"

Upon hearing this, my aunt quickly followed her.

Left downstairs, my uncle flashed a placating smile. "Abigail, your father and I are brothers; there's no need to make things so complicated!"

I watched his disgusting smile and sneered internally.

Brothers? Probably he would only think of my dad at such a time.

When he took over my villa, and hurt my mother, had he ever thought of my father a bit? No!

"Look, you even hit your cousin-in-law out of anger. Now that you've vented, why not just let us stay in the house?"

"Otherwise, if it really comes down to it, you hitting someone could land you in jail!"

Ah, so that was what he was after!

No wonder he suddenly recovered his composure.

But since I dared to strike, it was with full preparation.

I smiled and then took out my phone. "Then I'll just call the cops to handle this. You move out. I go to jail. Fair enough!"

At this, my uncle panicked. "Abigail, have you no regard for feelings? We’re family!"

"You're really driving us to a dead end!"

"Do you need to see us destroyed before you’re satisfied?"

While he wailed and knelt down, I was glad I hadn't brought my mom.

If she saw this, she might have softened immediately.

What do you mean by driving your family to a dead end? If I hadn't lent you the house, your son probably wouldn't have even been able to get married. Not knowing how to be thankful is one thing, but to repay kindness with enmity!

However, just as I was about to speak, my cousin stormed in furiously from outside, wielding a stick and aiming it right at me.