“When did I ever say that house was your dowry?” I asked, my expression turning cold.
There were two houses—my mom had asked me to buy them. I originally planned to keep one for myself and give the other to my brother. But when I wasn’t around, they had already moved my sister-in-law’s parents into my house.
“Bella, your brother has had a tough time,” my mom said. “You should help him and his wife out. Just give them the house!”
I looked at my mom. Even though I’d known for a long time that she was scheming against me, hearing her say those words still made my heart sink.
“And you owe money, but our family isn’t responsible for paying off your debts. If you have any self-respect left, go handle it on your own. Don’t drag us down with you!” My sister-in-law’s words felt like a slap in the face.
Before I told my mom about the bankruptcy, she always acted like she cared so much whenever I visited. She’d ask about my life, and I’d always bring gifts and cosmetics for her, not to mention the money I sent my brother. Now, looking back, it all seems ridiculous.