Family Chronicles

Mr. Carter, Judy's father, and my uncle, looked annoyed, and when he met my eyes, full of indifference, his anger flared up again.

"Reverse girl!" he scolded me angrily. "What kind of expression is that? Do you think you're wronged? You can't succeed! There isn't even the most basic respect for your elders; it's true no one has taught you properly!"

"Look at your sister, then look at yourself! Your sister has simply failed!"

"Dad, get rid of it, get rid of it!" Judy stood behind Mr. Carter, looking at me with pride and provocation.

She stepped forward, holding Mr. Carter's hand and pretending to be smart and sensible. "The doctor said you should keep your body well. If you get angry, what can you do?"

"Sister, you really are too much." She frowned, raised her head, and blamed softly, "You know Dad isn't in good health and can't be too angry, yet you still make him angry! Is it because he's not your dad?"

"You have to make him feel angry again. Are you willing to be reconciled?"

"I know you're in a bad mood now. It doesn't matter if you scold me or hit me. But don't make Dad angry anymore. Sister, even if I beg you, I know you don't love him as your father, but let it be, okay?"

Mrs. Linda pointedly said to Mr. Carter, "Honey, is this your so-called obedient niece? Who is sincere and good to you? But isn't that same sincere girl arguing with your daughter now?"

Mr. Carter glanced at Judy with relief, and when he turned to me, his face was filled with disappointment and disgust. "As soon as you come back, I know the house will be sullen and less interesting. It's better if you don't come home than come and cause problems. Go, I don't want to see you now."

I covered my face and looked blankly at the three people standing opposite me. They were a happy family of three. And I was just superfluous. This picture was really ironic.

Sure enough, I should have known for a long time that this place is no longer my home. It was my home while my parents were still alive and when my father's property was still held by the government, but no longer my home since the house, the company, and all other investments were put in my uncle's care when I was underage during their death.

In fact, I have always known this. It's just that this time it felt more profound than any other time.

"Sister, please go back to school first." Judy kindly advised me softly. "Dad is in a rage now. He is all angry. Don't take it too seriously. Wait for him to calm down. You can come back..."

"Judy, can you please shut up? Your hypocritical face makes me sick."

I was disgusted to see her pretending to be clever and sensible.

"Sister, you..." Judy immediately pretended to be hurt, blinking, her eyes instantly turning red.

"Honey, look at what she has become. In front of you, she can bully her cousin and aunt, just because we took care of her since her unlucky parents died?

"You always believe what I said to you before. Judy and I just moved in the past few years, but she was bullied a lot. You can't manage your daughter well. I'm afraid she won't even show it, saying it was her parent's house," Mrs. Linda also reached out and wiped the corner of her eyes, quite sad and pitiful.

My uncle was so angry that he glared at me and said, "Is everything your Aunt Linda said true? Did you bully her and feel at ease before?"

"If you are disappointed to a certain point, you will no longer be disappointed. By the same token, sadness is sad to a certain point, and you will no longer feel sad," I remembered a quotation and looked at my angry uncle, and gently lowered my lips. "Uncle, why do you ask me more? You already believe her in your heart, don't you?"

"In this case, let me do these things."

Think about it, it's really ironic.

I had known Gaston Veriland for five years, but at a critical moment, he chose to believe that Judy was the one for him.

And now, my uncle has done the same thing.

The question he just asked wasn't really asking me, waiting for my explanation.

He had already determined that I had done those things.

He believed his wife unconditionally and unconditionally believed that I would do such bad things.

Judy said that I failed as a woman.

At this moment, I had to admit that I was indeed a failure.

Otherwise, how could I not gain the trust of the people closest to me?

"You!" Looking at my indifferent look, Mr. Carter's anger rushed to his head again, and he raised his hand, wanting to slap my face.

His hand was just raised when we suddenly heard a noise from downstairs.

"Who are you!"

"Stop, you're trespassing!"

"Come on, stop them!"

"Ah, what are you going to do, stand still! Go and tell the old man and the wife, a stranger has broken in."

There was the chaos of footsteps, the screams of women, and the sound of others yelling to stop.

Various sounds were mixed together, and there was a lot of commotion downstairs.

Mr. Carter froze, frowning.

"What happened downstairs?" he asked.

Judy's face also changed slightly, and she quickly walked to the railing, glancing downstairs into the living room.

When she saw that there were dozens of tall, burly men in black trousers in the living room, her face changed again.

"Master, ma'am, no good..."

At this moment, a servant ran over breathlessly, with a frightened expression on his face, panting as he said, "Suddenly, thirty men in black arrived, and they drove directly into the mansion."

"Our people can't stop them."

"They're going upstairs now, saying..."

As the servant spoke, he gave me a careful glance.

Mr. Carter's face suddenly changed when he heard that dozens of people had broken into the house.

"What is it?"

The servant glanced at me again before saying, "They said they were here to find Miss Alice."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were chaotic footsteps at the stairs.

Mr. Carter turned his head and saw a group of people in black walking upstairs.

Mrs. Linda also saw the group of people in black, with a stunned and puzzled expression on her face.

This group of people in black came for me?

Could it be that I caused some trouble outside, and now it's come home?

Mrs. Linda seemed to think that was the case.

She was about to reprimand me, but then the group of people in black reached me, and one of them bowed to me.

"Sorry, Madam, we're late," he said.