Mrs. Fox's expression soured instantly. "Back then you were the one who insisted on marrying over here no matter what! You said Quinn would make a fortune! Where's the fortune? Where's the gold? Are you hiding money because you don't want to give it to the family?"
This was human nature.
When you can bring them benefits, you're their precious darling. When you're useless, you're a liar.
Jade had no way to defend herself. She looked at her parents' greedy, disgusted faces, and felt the string in her heart stretch to the breaking point.
Right at that moment, the Postman pedaled up on a heavy old bicycle and hollered at the foot of the mountain:
"Letter for the Fox family! From Seaview City!"
Everyone froze.
I'd sent it.
Inside was fifty dollars and a photo of me in front of a Seaview City landmark. I was wearing a trendy Hong Kong-style blouse, hair in big bouncy waves, smiling with the kind of confidence that said I owned the place.
The letter was simple:
"Dad, Mom, I'm doing pretty well in Seaview City. Gold is everywhere here—if you're willing to bend down, you can pick up money. Take these fifty dollars and buy some meat. Don't miss me too much."