**【The child is only eight—kids don't lie. Remember when Mom and Dad divided the family property? You were always calculating then, too. Now you're taking it out on your own granddaughter? Have you no shame?】**
My vision blurred as I stared at the screen.
Back when the property was divided, this same sister-in-law had thrown a tantrum—literally rolled on the ground—until she secured the 300,000 bucks cash inheritance, leaving us with nothing but a worthless, dilapidated house in the village.
Yet *I* was the calculating one?
I waited.
Hoping.
Praying my daughter would defend me against this slander.
Instead, she typed:
**【Mom, it's fine if you count pennies in daily life, but my in-laws are coming today. I'm begging you—don't let me become a laughingstock!】**
The relatives piled on, urging me to surrender.
**【Yes, be the bigger person. It's New Year's.】**
**【Don't let outsiders see a joke.】**
My sister-in-law added one final, venomous jab:
**【You're already half-buried in the dirt. No matter how much you hoard, won't it all go to the kids eventually? Jade, your mom is just stubborn. Don't be mad at her. It's not worth it.】**
Something inside me cracked.