Chapter 4

A week later, I went to the property manager’s office with a red envelope.

She greeted me with a wide smile and pulled out a chair for me.

I looked slightly troubled, discreetly slipped the red envelope into her bag, and spoke in a hoarse, weary voice.

“You know what happened to Liam. The doctors said if he rehabilitates well, there’s still a chance. So, I plan to take him abroad.”

“I want to sell the house, but you know Liam is the owner. I’d have to go through court to sell it. Could you help me get a certificate?”

The young woman didn’t hesitate to issue the certificate for me, stamping it.

She even helped me get a certificate from the community office.

I held Liam’s medical records and hospital certificate in one hand, and the primary caregiver certificate in the other.

The court ruling came quickly.

The real estate agent was even faster.

Within a month, all procedures were completed. The downtown penthouse and the suburban villa were all sold.

Seventy to eighty million dollars were transferred to my account.

But before I could even celebrate, Mrs. Hayes came knocking.

Mrs. Hayes, along with Derek, my brother-in-law, and a group of burly men, blocked my door, preventing me from moving.

“You actually dared to sell the house! It’s in his name! How did you even sell it?!”

Thankfully, Liam didn’t trust anyone. Besides this house, he hadn’t told anyone about his other properties, not even his mother.

I quickly shed two tears, sobbing aggrievedly.

“I sold this house to pay for Liam’s medical treatment. I was hoping to take him abroad to try and find a solution. How else would I get the money without selling the house?”

Mrs. Hayes, hands on her hips, angrily cursed, disbelievingly.

“I don’t believe a word you say! You’d love for him to die, with all the mistresses he kept! And you want to save his life?!”

Mrs. Hayes had inadvertently hit on my true feelings.

Derek snorted: “He’s my brother; he doesn’t need *your* help. Hand over the money from the house sale, and we’ll save him ourselves.”

I rolled my eyes to the heavens: “Where were you when he needed care and money? Now that there’s money, you suddenly show up. If I give you the money, who knows if you’ll just abandon his treatment?”

Mrs. Hayes trembled with rage and rushed at me: “He’s my son! What are you trying to do by monopolizing him? Give me the money!”

I quickly stepped back, as if suddenly remembering something: “I know Liam has another house!”

“I’ve already paid the money from this sale to an overseas hospital; here’s the receipt. Why don’t you go get that other house? You can sell it, and I won’t take a single cent.”

Derek snatched the papers I held out, looking them over. They were all in English; I knew they wouldn’t understand.

I quickly changed the subject and continued.

“Your brother bought a villa, probably worth five or six million. Jasmine is living in it now.”

“He bought it with marital assets, so Jasmine has no right to live there. Just go reclaim it.”

Derek’s eyes clearly lit up at this: “Are you serious?”

“Your mother has met Jasmine. Just go to that address, and you’ll know if it’s true.”

“I’m not leaving. You can send anyone to watch this place; if I’m lying, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Derek heard this, stroked his chin, and eyed me up and down.

Mrs. Hayes slapped Derek’s back: “Your brother isn’t dead yet!”

“What’s the difference between him and dead? He might as well be dead!”

“…”

With a family like this, Liam truly had no hope of survival.