They Chose the Nanny, I Chose to Stop Funding Them Chapter 11
Dad continued, “We’ve already kicked Julia out and changed the locks, and we’re never letting her back in Let’s continue living happily as a family of three, okay?”
1 gently pulled my hand away. “No, thank you.”
“Jen!” Mom cried, her eyes reddening with anxiety. She grabbed my arm, refusing to let go. “That’s your home too! How could you not go back? You’re our only daughter. What will we do if you don’t come back with us?”
“My home?” I scoffed sarcastically and a little sorrowfully. “What about when you changed the locks without telling me, gave my room to Julia, and kicked me out of the house, saying I wasn’t your daughter anymore? Why didn’t any of you think that it was still my home then?”
“1…”
Mom was at a loss for words. Tears streamed down her face even more as she choked, “We only said that in the heat of the moment. You shouldn’t take them to heart. Please, Jen? We were wrong. We really know that we were wrong.
“You’re our only daughter. We still have to rely on you when we’re older. You can’t just ignore us like this.”
“Rely on me?” I glared at them coldly, my eyes completely devoid of warmth.
“What about when you told all of our relatives at the dinner that you couldn’t rely on your own daughter anymore and decided to take in Julia to replace me instead?” I asked. “You even said that you’d give her the house if she took care of you both to your ends.
“Why didn’t any of you think to rely on me back then? Why did you only think of coming to me now that you realized Julia was a scammer and couldn’t bear living with her anymore?”
Seeing my resolve, Dad resorted to guilt-tripping me again. “Genevieve Peterson! We are your parents! We gave you life and raised you to be who you are today! You’d never even be here if it weren’t for us!
“You can’t be so heartless and abandon us like this! If you don’t forgive us, then we’ll never leave! We’ll continue waiting here and making a scene! You’ll be the one embarrassed by us in the end!”
“Suit yourself. But if you get arrested for causing a public disturbance, I’m not going to the police station to bail
you out.”
My colleagues walking past us turned to look at us curiously. Dad just grabbed Mom’s hand in embarrassment and turned away dejectedly.
Their figures looked lonely and a little pathetic. I just watched them disappear around the corner and turned to › leave as well.
Meanwhile, Julia returned from her shopping spree and slid her key in the lock. However, she realized that the door wouldn’t open no matter how she tried to turn it.
She frowned and tried a couple more times, but the lock still wouldn’t budge. It suddenly dawned on her that my parents must have changed the locks while she was gone.
She was furious. She kicked at the door several times and cursed, “Open the door, Randy, you old fart! How dare you change the locks! Marie, you old hag, come out! Open the fucking door!”
She kicked the door for a while longer, but the door wouldn’t open, and there was no sound coming from the inside either. Clearly, my parents weren’t home.
Julia wasn’t willing to be kicked out just like this. She had put in so much effort and played along for such a long time. How could she just give up so easily?
She stood at the door, wondering for a moment. Then, she grabbed her phone and called the locksmith.
The locksmith arrived quickly and opened the lock within minutes. Julia then paid him, sent him away, and immediately pushed the door open, rushing inside.
As soon as she entered, she began frantically searching for anything valuable left at home. She ransacked the living room drawers, the wardrobe in the bedrooms, and the bedside tables, leaving clothes and other miscellaneous items strewn and scattered all over the floor.
She found several bottles of Dad’s most treasured fine wine and aged whisky, some of Mom’s remaining jewelry, and a few stashes of cash lying around in the house, and hurriedly stuffed everything into her bag.
