Chapter 526 Owing Even More
It wasn't until long after the ladies had left that I realized the woman who had subtly called me a snob, while eyeing the Price family's money, was none other than Ryan's mother.
And the beautiful woman who mentioned that even well-matched couples could have a hard time was probably referring to Ryan and Grace.
From what I've heard about Ryan and Grace's marriage, it's not just bad—it's terrible!
It seems they really weren't doing well at all.
But that made sense.
If they were doing poorly, Ryan's mom would still be so arrogant. Her attitude was no different from directly calling me shameless for wanting money.
If they were doing well, Ryan's mom would be even more arrogant.
So, I took out my phone,
I unblocked Ryan and sent him a message. [Ryan, knowing you're not doing well really puts my mind at ease.]
Adam grabbed my phone, read the message over and over, pressed Ryan's number five or six times, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. Then he calmly blocked the number again and warned me never to unblock him, to keep him on the blacklist forever.
Of course, I just wanted to humiliate Ryan a bit.
I guessed that the lady who gave me a fair assessment must be Adam's sister or aunt.
That day, Adam walked me back to my dorm. As we passed through a small grove, he suddenly stopped. Before I could bump into his back, he pulled me into his arms.
"Don't say anything, Amelia." He pressed me against his chest, letting me listen to his strong, steady heartbeat. "Amelia, you've been testing me for over half a year. It's time to give me an answer. I know your concerns. Ryan and I are cousins, but we're different. I won't promise you forever because that's too abstract. Only real life can give that word meaning. So, Amelia, please give me a chance to be your real boyfriend, okay?"
I don't remember how I responded, only that he kissed me for a long, long time.
That was the first time I realized that men are naturally good at this sort of thing.
In early May that year, during my vacation, Adam ignored my protests and carried me back to his home.
In his palace-like house, I saw the lady from the school gate and realized she was Adam's mother, Helen.
"Mom, I've brought my future wife home. Feel free to criticize."
She was so happy she couldn't stop smiling and playfully hit his shoulder. "What are you talking about? It's hard enough to find a girl who doesn't mind you. I'm relieved, not critical. Honestly, you're not good enough for such a wonderful girl."
That was the first time I realized that not all wealthy families are the same.
Adam's mother, Helen, was especially kind to me. She personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes and kept serving me food, remembering my preferences perfectly.
Adam's father, Ronan, was a particularly gentlemanly man. He spoke little but was very kind and loving.
After dinner, Helen took me to her room for a private chat.
Honestly, I was very nervous.
But Adam kept encouraging me, saying he knew his mother well and she would never embarrass me. He reassured me that there wouldn't be any scenes where she handed me a blank check and told me to fill in the amount and leave.
I cautiously followed Helen into her sitting room, and we ended up chatting for almost two hours. Surprisingly, we had a great time.
The difficulties and disdain I had anticipated never appeared. Helen was not only beautiful but also very kind and humorous. She told me many embarrassing stories about Adam's childhood.
From wetting the bed at five to being scared to tears by a mouse at fourteen, from drawing portraits of cockroaches to forcing a mouse stuck on a glue trap to pose as a model—she left nothing out.
Gradually, I relaxed and became engrossed in the stories, unknowingly becoming familiar with Helen.
When I left that day, Adam's parents solemnly handed me a gemstone bracelet and said, "Amelia, we're not trying to trick you. Since you've chosen Adam, you can't regret it. This is a precious family heirloom, passed down only to Adam's wife. Adam's grandmother passed it to me, and today I pass it to you. You should pass it on to the next generation as soon as possible."
I heard that this gemstone is very valuable, worth billions of dollars for a single bracelet. How could I dare accept it? What if it broke? This is their precious family heirloom.
I carefully declined, not daring to accept it.
Such an expensive item—if it broke or got lost, I couldn't repay it even if I were chopped into pieces.
But the bracelet did break, right in my hands, shattering into several pieces.
"Amelia, you can't break the precious family heirloom, can you? What do we do now?" Helen was almost in tears.
I clung to Adam's clothes, too scared to say a word.
Then I pinched my thigh hard to regain my speech. "How much is the bracelet? I'll pay for it."
It would just take a little time.
"This bracelet is too valuable. You can't just say you'll pay for it. You need to give us some assurance with your actions."
"What actions?" Do they want me to sell my organs? Even if I sold all my organs, I couldn't repay a fraction of the bracelet's value.
"Marry Adam. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll run away after breaking such an important item. Once you've paid off the debt, we'll let you go."
So, that day, I cluelessly broke the Price family's precious heirloom and cluelessly married Adam.
As I walked to City Hall, I felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint what.
When we handed the marriage certificate to Adam's mom, she locked both certificates in her bedside safe, smiling broadly. "These marriage certificates are worth billions of dollars. I must keep them safe. Alright, you can go now. Let me know if you need anything. I'll handle all the wedding arrangements."
Then, I worked hard and saved money, hoping to repay a bit in my lifetime.
But as time went on, not only did I not repay a single cent, I ended up owing even more.
They forced my mom to accept hundreds of wedding gifts, dragged me onto the stage for a lavish wedding with Adam, and I didn't even mind.
Then I was forced to accept a mansion spanning tens of thousands of square feet, followed by several boxes of obviously expensive jewelry. Among the jewelry was a gemstone bracelet identical to the one I had broken.
I asked, "What is this?"
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