Useless Parents, Please don't Regret it

My name was Ursula Walsh. After working hard for seven years, I made 300 million dollars. I wanted to go home and take a break, and I jokingly told my parents that my company went bankrupt.

My parents and my sister-in-law, who were passionate with smiles on their faces at first, all turned cold and said that they were poor and never had dinner.

But I bumped into them secretly eating meat in the middle of the night.

My mother said, "Ursula is such a loser. She can't do anything right. She has the nerve to come back and live us off! Now that she's back, where should we put our sundries?"

My father said, "Living us off? She can forget about getting a penny from me."

My brother's wife said, "Ursula is back for the house. You know Colin Andrews from the neighboring village? He's a cripple and is still unmarried. Why don't we marry her to him and get a dowry?

"Colin was in jail for ten years and has a bad temper. He will definitely be able to keep Ursula in control."

My nephew clapped his hands and said, "Great! Great! If we have the money, I can have a new phone, right?"

I angrily demanded an explanation but was kicked out of the house on a rainy night.

***

I looked through the crack in the door and saw my family happily planning to sell me. I became furious, my eyes turned red, and my body couldn't stop trembling.

Family ties were nothing compared to interests.

It turned out that all my hard work and dedication over the years were a joke.

They only wanted my money.

They only wanted to squeeze out the last bit of value from me.

Suddenly, my mother pushed open the kitchen door.

When she saw me standing outside, she was first surprised, then she awkwardly smiled and said, "Ursula, I was just about to tell you to eat with us."

"Really? It seems you're about to finish."

I took a deep breath, held back my tears, and said.

"What... What do you mean? Are you blaming me? I'm your mother. How can you be so disrespectful?"

When my mother realized she was in the wrong, she started to act unreasonably and find fault with me.

"I am too respectful to the elderly and love the young too much. That's why you all bully me."

Trembling, I continued, "I paid for the house. I paid for the family's monthly living expenses, which are 15,000 dollars.

"Your bracelet, Wendy's golden hairpin, Dad's leather shoes, Gerry's suit, and Jack's tablet are all gifts I brought this time.

"What is it? Are you saying that I don't even deserve a meal?"

I questioned her.

Mom fell silent for a moment.

My sister-in-law, Wendy Johnston, immediately rushed out, hands on hips, shouting, "What is it? Are you back this time to collect debts?"

"You have gone too far."

I replied coldly. Then I walked into the kitchen, glanced at my father, who had a stern face, then looked at my brother, Gerry Walsh, who was drinking with his head down, and asked him, "Gerry, is this how you repay me?"

From childhood, I had always doted on Gerry.

The teacher rewarded me with a piece of candy. I couldn't bear to eat it and brought it back to Gerry to eat.

He didn't have money to study, so I gave him some.

He didn't have money to get married, so I paid for it.

He said he would repay me.

"Ursula, don't be angry."

Gerry looked up at me and smiled. Then he winked at Wendy, telling her to fix some food for me. After that, he said to me, "If you want to eat anything, tell Wendy."

"I guess you aren't that ungrateful after all."

I smiled and said, "By the way, we agreed that the master bedroom was mine. Move out tomorrow.

"Have you received the property certificate? Add my name to it."

I used to think that since we were family, I didn't have to care about those fussy details. I was busy with work, and whenever I came back, I only stayed for a few days.

But now I thought it through. Why should I be mistreated?