The questions of why they didn't answer my call and why they didn't tell me the address of my new home were all stopped.
Five years ago, Kayla made a mistake at work. The company wanted to put her in jail. I felt sorry for her because she was pregnant, so I took the blame for her, and the company sent me to Ancven.
In the past five years, I had worked diligently to complete multiple projects, recovered losses, and made up for my mistakes.
I transferred money to Eliana on time every month, hoping that the three could live a better life, so that all the suffering I had endured would not be in vain.
Half a year ago, Eliana told me that Jacob was about to go to elementary school and needed a house, but she didn't have enough money. Without hesitation, I transferred two million dollars to them so that they could buy a house.
But in the end, they used my money but wanted to kick me out. They also looked down on me because I had been to Ancven, insulted me for changing, and engaged in regional discrimination.
I looked at Eliana. Her eyes were evasive. She lowered her head and continued to coax Jacob who was still choking.