"Besides, to put it harshly, once you die, this house will only belong to Tom anyway, right? If you transfer it to him now while you’re still alive, you’ll save on inheritance tax. Can’t you even understand something that simple?”
I replied coldly, “This is my house. I won’t give it to anyone.”
Frank shot up from his seat, face dark with displeasure. "Mom, do you have to make such a scene in front of relatives?"
As I looked at him, a wave of hurt and coldness surged in my chest.
He was the one who gathered all the relatives here. He was also the one who brought them to pressure me into transferring the property. And this time, he accused me of making a scene and embarrassing him in front of the relatives?
Suddenly, I realized the son I'd raised since childhood was nothing but an ingrate.
My uncle abruptly pulled me aside and whispered, “Let me lay it out plainly for you.”
“Frank has plenty of ways to take this house if he wants it. If you hand it over willingly today, he’ll continue treating you well. And if anything happens, we’ll all stand by you.”
“Think about what I said. You know what to do.”
As I looked around at the room full of relatives, my heart grew colder by the second.
Suddenly, I realized they weren't relatives at all; they were all wolves in sheep's clothing.
I took a deep breath and said, “Fine. I agree to transfer the house to Frank.”
Frank and Ivy exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with excitement.
Ivy's mother approached me and smiled broadly. "Dear in-Law, you’ve made the right decision."
She then draped her arm around my shoulder and addressed Frank and Ivy, “From now on, you two must take good care of her. If you dare cause trouble, I won't let you off the hook.”
Both Frank and Ivy smiled and agreed.
But I didn't believe a single word of their promise.
My uncle said, “Alright, since it's settled, let's go handle the paperwork.
But I did not move.
He furrowed his brows in displeased. “You're not going back on your word so soon, are you?”
I shook my head. “It's the weekend. The housing bureau isn't open. Let’s go there on Monday. We can transfer it then.”
Frank and Ivy discussed it briefly before agreeing. Then they all left.
Within five minutes, the house that had been filled with noise and commotion fell completely silent.
I wiped away my tears and packed my belongings.
This house—even if I don't live here anymore—I won't hand it over to these ungrateful bastards. As long as I keep the property deed, they'll never be able to transfer the ownership.
Just then, I got a call from the real estate agent.
“Ma’am,” he said earnestly, “are you really sure you don’t want to sell your house? This buyer is very sincere. Maybe you could think about it again?”
My voice was firm. “Fine, I'll sell. But I want full payment. Meet me at the property registry office at 8 a.m. Monday together.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “You’re really willing to sell now, ma’am?”
I gave a nod. “But it must be paid in full.”
