I pushed Amelia aside and grabbed Roy, who was trying to escape. I yelled. "Roy, return those things or face the consequences!"
Roy struggled and slammed me into the wall. My head throbbed with pain as I stared at him.
Surprisedly, Roy looked at the wall, then said firmly, "Dad, Grandma agrees. You should listen to her!
"I won't return the money. Others have limited-edition shoes and branded backpacks, but I have nothing. Dad, you always want me to study well and improve my grades, but how can I study with nothing?
"You and Mom are incompetent and can't spend much. I won't live like you."
He picked up his phone and went to his room. I wanted to chase after him but heard Amelia crying outside. "Oh, James is going to kill someone."
She sat on the ground, refusing to get up. "At my age, I can't even let my grandson spend some money. I might as well die."
I endured my headache and helped Amelia, saying, "Mom, 500,000 dollars is not a small amount. There should be limits to spoiling him."
But Amelia still sat on the ground, refusing to get up. "If you keep after Roy today, I won't get up."
"Mom, we need to pay for Dad's surgery today! He can't wait any longer!"