"Where are we going to live after this place is demolished?" Kaden said impatiently.
"Harry, your parents have raised you to this age, so what’s wrong with borrowing so money from you? Why are you talking so much nonsense? My company is already on the right track now. Borrowing a few hundred thousand from you is just my monthly dividend! Are you afraid I won’t be able to pay you back?!"
"Hehe..." Harry just smiled faintly, his face expressionless, but his heart was already cold.
His father was so sick, yet none of these people thought about treating him. Instead, they were focused on asking him for money to buy a house and move out! It was obvious that his elder brother Kaden wanted their parents to stay in the old house while he moved into the new one.
Yes, his parents had raised him, and it was his duty to respect them but he had no obligation to buy a house for Kaden, a lazy, ambitious, and prodigal son!
Even on his parents’ side, when his mother Flora had demanded hundreds of thousands in gifts and not a penny in dowry, Harry didn’t actually owe her anything.
He was indeed rich now, and the money had co easily. Spending several hundred thousand for his parents wouldn’t be a big financial burden for Harry, and there was nothing to be reluctant about.
But the money was his own. Why did they act like he owed them?
"Okay, I’ll think of a way to deal with this," Harry nodded and said.
"But I have a few conditions. First, the apartnt you buy must be in our town. You can buy it wherever you want I don’t care how big it is. Second, since I’m paying for it, the apartnt must be under my na. After the purchase, my parents can live there, or my brother and sister-in-law can. I don’t care. You can stay as long as you want. Is that acceptable?"
When Kaden heard Harry’s agreent, excitent flashed in his eyes. But when Harry ntioned the apartnt would be under his na, Kaden’s face darkened.
Borrowing money from Harry to buy a house was just an excuse the real reason was that he urgently needed a large sum to repay a loan.
If Harry bought the house directly under his own na, Kaden wouldn’t be able to access the money!
This ant that despite all his efforts, he wouldn’t get a single dollar from his younger brother!
"No! What’s the point of putting the house under your na?" Kaden imdiately refused firmly. "I’ve already chosen the place it’s a villa, over 500,000 USD. I still need 200,000. Harry, just lend the money, and I’ll buy it myself. I promise to pay you back by the end of the year."
"Hmph!" Harry sneered inwardly. It seed his brother wasn’t borrowing money for a house but because he was desperate for cash just as he’d suspected.
Harry had a rough idea of what the money was for. He figured Kaden had taken out loans and was now facing repaynt pressure.
"Harry, your brother said he’ll pay you back by the end of the year. Two hundred thousand is nothing to you. Just think of it as repaying your parents for raising you. Look at the state of this house. It’s not good for so many people to live here. Your nephew will need to go to school soon, and we don’t have a school district here. What are we supposed to do?" Flora chid in.
Harry felt disgusted. His mother Flora always used the "grace of raising him" to manipulate him, never considering how she’d treated him growing up.
As for that so-called grace, the tens of thousands in gifts from the Mackerel family when he married into them as a son-in-law was more than enough repaynt for their neglectful upbringing.
His mother’s own words still echoed in his mind:
"If you give 50,000 USD as a betrothal gift, I’ll consider it as giving birth to a son for you! My son will take care of you in your old age, and we won’t need him for the family! You’re getting a good deal!"
That sentence had cut deep, shattering any remaining affection Harry had for his mother.
He was so angry he wanted to throw down his chopsticks and leave. But seeing his father’s condition, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Besides, his pretty sister-in-law beside him had a pleading look in her eyes, her pitiful expression stirring sothing in him. Harry swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
"Let think about it... Dad isn’t in good health right now. I’ll take him to see a doctor first. I don’t have that much cash on hand at the mont. I’ll see if it’s enough after I get my manuscript fee this month."
A new plan ford in Harry’s mind. He wanted to see what his mother Flora and brother Kaden were really up to.
This delay would let him take his father to the doctor and maybe build a closer relationship with his pretty sister-in-law.
"Okay, okay! Harry is still filial! Harry is still filial! Harry, co, eat more dumplings. Mom knew you were coming today, so I made them especially for you! You loved eating the dumplings I made when you were a child!"
When Flora heard Harry’s agreent, she imdiately smiled. Her attitude toward Harry changed drastically. She kept picking up food for him with a flattering look on her face.
Originally, Harry could still feel a trace of mother-son love from her, even if that love was a little unfamiliar.
But seeing her current state, Harry just felt awkward even a little disgusted.
Even if he really gave two hundred thousand to his parents, it wouldn’t be a big deal. He wasn’t short on money. Why should there be such flattery and fawning between a normal mother and son?
The more Flora acted like this, the more Harry felt she was trying to please him for money.
This only proved that she didn’t truly see him as her son. To her, he was just an outsider.
His mother treated him well not because he was her child, but because of his wealth.
"Harry, you have to be reasonable when lending money to your brother for the house. It’s not easy for you over there. You should save so of your hard-earned money for yourself. It’s best to discuss it with Wanda. After all, you’re the Mackerel family’s son-in-law now. Since you’re married into their family, so things still need their approval. Don’t argue with them over this..." Daniel reminded Harry with a frown, hesitant.
Though Daniel had a bad temper and a stubborn personality, he had disciplined Harry since childhood. After Harry beca a son-in-law, Daniel treated him even more harshly. Yet, Harry could sense that his father still held so fatherly concern for him.
The scolding ca mostly from Daniel’s reluctance to let his son marry into another family. He saw it as shaful.
"Dad! What are you talking about? What do you an by that?!" Kaden slamd his chopsticks on the table, glaring at Daniel.
"My brother earned his money through hard work. What’s wrong with lending it to his family? Why should the Mackerel family have a say? Harry, don’t worry about the money. I’ll pay you back before the end of the year!"
"Heh..." Harry just sneered, not bothering to respond.
Kaden spoke sweetly now, but he was clearly trying to swindle him out of his money, suddenly calling him "brother" and "family."
’Brother Kaden, when did you ever treat like family?’
From childhood to adulthood, hadn’t he bullied Harry enough?
Now that he needed money, he kept calling him "brother" and "family." Didn’t he realize how hypocritical that sounded?
"Wah~~~ Wah~~~ Wah~~~"
Just then, the nephew in the cradle beside them burst into tears. The one-year-old child already had so awareness. As he cried, he sucked on his fingers hungrily.
Hearing her baby cry, sister-in-law Ruth imdiately stood up, hurrying to the cradle. She carefully picked up the child, cooing softly, "Good baby, good little Ye... Don’t cry, don’t cry... Mommy’s here... Are you hungry?"
As soon as the child was in Ruth’s arms, he nuzzled against her full, plump breasts, the soft flesh deforming under his eager rubbing. Harry watched with envy, wishing he could take a turn himself.
"Ye is hungry. I’ll feed him first. You all go ahead and eat." Ruth smiled, stepping aside as she unbuttoned her collar, freeing her swollen, milky-white breasts from her bra.
Her pink nipples were already leaking milk, the bra damp with it. The sheer volu was astonishing.
Little Ye latched on imdiately, sucking greedily as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Harry couldn’t help but stare, his mouth watering at the sight.
Though Ruth tried to be discreet, from Harry’s angle, he could still catch glimpses of her exposed flesh—the full, milky-white curves, swollen with milk, veins faintly visible beneath the tender skin.
The way they jiggled slightly under the baby’s suckling made them look even more enticing.
Harry had no resistance to those ripe, milk-filled breasts. He nearly drooled watching.
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