Chapter 7

Chapter-7

I wasn't angry, and I couldn't be bothered to explain that this was, in fact, my own apartment. After all, these people were strangers to me now. Why should I get angry at a bunch of strangers?

Still, I didn't understand why they were still here.

Brenda stood for a moment, seeing that my parents and I weren't "playing along," and decided she couldn't wait any longer. She spoke directly, "That wedding budget we gave you for the engagement last time? You *must* return it to me. Don't think about using my family's money to treat your illness."

So, it was about that $26,000 wedding budget.

My dad didn't waste time. He pulled out his phone and transferred $26,000 directly to Liam. "Now, get out!"

"Not enough! There's also the money for the banquet! We didn't get married, and ultimately, it's your daughter's fault for being sick. You can't let us lose money; you wasted our family's funds!"

My dad scoffed, pulled out his phone, and transferred another $7,000. "Is that enough? The venue you picked would've cost at most $4,100. Here's $7,000; now get out."

Brenda stared at her phone for a long time, counting the money several times. Once she confirmed it was all there, she still wouldn't leave. She nudged Liam, who then snapped out of his daze and spoke, "The rings, bracelets, bags, clothes, and shoes I gave you during our relationship – you have to return those too!"

Brenda and the relatives behind her nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, those are all good things! You're going to die anyway, what good are they to you?"

"Yeah, we can give them to his next girlfriend!"

Brenda also nodded. "To be honest, yesterday, when I found out you were gravely ill, I immediately contacted the matchmaker to recommend some girls for my son. We're just waiting to arrange meetings. It wouldn't do to go empty-handed on the first date, so those items would make perfect gifts."

"I honestly don't care about those things." At my signal, Brenda and Liam started taking things from a box, item by item, confirming whether they were indeed gifts from Liam.

It took a long time. In the end, they even packed away a small collectible figurine.

Once I saw they had finished packing, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a broom and literally swept them out the door.

Chapter 7

Chapter-7

I wasn't angry, and I couldn't be bothered to explain that this was, in fact, my own apartment. After all, these people were strangers to me now. Why should I get angry at a bunch of strangers?

Still, I didn't understand why they were still here.

So, it was about that $26,000 wedding budget.

My dad didn't waste time. He pulled out his phone and transferred $26,000 directly to Liam. "Now, get out!"

"Not enough! There's also the money for the banquet! We didn't get married, and ultimately, it's your daughter's fault for being sick. You can't let us lose money; you wasted our family's funds!"

My dad scoffed, pulled out his phone, and transferred another $7,000. "Is that enough? The venue you picked would've cost at most $4,100. Here's $7,000; now get out."

Brenda and the relatives behind her nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, those are all good things! You're going to die anyway, what good are they to you?"

"Yeah, we can give them to his next girlfriend!"

"I honestly don't care about those things." At my signal, Brenda and Liam started taking things from a box, item by item, confirming whether they were indeed gifts from Liam.

It took a long time. In the end, they even packed away a small collectible figurine.

Once I saw they had finished packing, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a broom and literally swept them out the door.