I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home Chapter 93: The Scheme Blows Up in Their Faces

"I went with Mr. Osborne to the clothing factory this morning to discuss so business. After we finished, I decided to sneak off and co ho for a free al. Who’s that in the living room?" Grace Winslow didn’t recognize the visitors, a clear sign they hadn’t interacted much in the past.

Irene Lynch snorted coldly. "Who else could it be? People from your grandfather’s side of the family."

It didn’t register with Grace at first, but then it clicked, and she understood why Irene Lynch despised them so much.

Her maternal grandfather had many children. His wife had given birth to eight daughters in a row, but never managed to have a son.

While giving birth to Grace’s youngest aunt, her grandmother had a difficult labor. She couldn’t catch her breath and passed away.

The mont she was gone, her grandfather wrapped her body in a straw mat, dumped it in the mountains, and brought another woman ho the very next day. And that woman was already pregnant.

Irene Lynch wasn’t a little girl at the ti. At ten years old, she was old enough to understand what was happening.

After the stepmother moved in, life beca even harder for her and her sisters.

Using the excuse that there were too many children to feed, the stepmother sent away the sixth aunt, the seventh aunt, and the youngest aunt one by one.

The sixth and seventh aunts were unlucky. The families they were sent to mistreated them, forced them into marriage at fifteen, and they didn’t survive for more than a few years.

The youngest aunt was relatively fortunate. The family that adopted her was reasonably well-off.

However, a few years ago, disaster struck, and their entire family fell on hard tis.

Now, the youngest aunt was stuck in so unknown village, and all contact with her had been lost long ago.

The man who had co to their house was the very child the stepmother had been pregnant with when she married into the family—in other words, Grace’s youngest uncle.

As soon as Irene Lynch ca of age, she found a husband herself and married into a family in Prospera Town, completely cutting ties with her side of the family.

Over the years, her only interaction with them was sending a little money back during the holidays to fulfill her filial duty. Otherwise, she had no contact with them at all.

She never expected soone from her old hotown to actually show up, let alone her uncle, Joseph.

"What are they here for?" Grace whispered.

Irene’s expression was grim. "What else? They say their son is getting married, and they need money."

"They also want us to find a husband for their daughter here in the city, and they’re demanding a five-hundred-yuan bride price. If we can’t find a husband, they said it’s no rush—finding her a job would be fine too."

Irene snorted after she finished speaking. "He has so nerve coming to for help. Has he forgotten how his mother treated us all those years?"

"If we sisters hadn’t stuck together, we would have died at her hands long ago."

"Don’t you worry about this. I’ll kick them out in a little while."

Grace nodded and glanced back into the room.

The girl didn’t look very old and seed completely docile. ’She must have been brainwashed,’ Grace thought. ’She’s so submissive.’

She shook her head, having no intention of getting involved in their business.

But here they were—three people from the Lynch family—and judging by their behavior, it seed they had no intention of leaving.

Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow’s house wasn’t large. It only had two bedrooms, one of which belonged to Grace.

Grace had a gut feeling that her so-called aunt and uncle’s visit wasn’t just about marrying their daughter off to soone in the city. There was no telling what other trouble they were planning to stir up.

Grace and Irene put their things away and were just about to head to their rooms when her so-called aunt called out to them.

"Hold on. You see your elders and don’t even greet them? Is this how your family raised you?"

Patricia Payne looked older than her years, with sharp, upturned eyes that made her look like soone not to be crossed.

The mont she opened her mouth, her tone dripped with vitriol.

Grace glanced at her. "Uncle, Aunt. Is there sothing you need?"

"I hear you’re divorced? At your age, causing a scene with a divorce. Have you no sha? Don’t tell you got divorced and ca running back to live with your parents?" Patricia Payne looked Grace up and down.

Her gaze lingered on Grace’s fair, delicate face, and a flash of malice crossed her eyes.

She despised pretty, young won like Grace more than anything.

Grace barely managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "That’s right, I’m divorced. I live with my parents now, and they support . Is there anything else?"

"Insolent girl! How dare you!"

"Don’t you know that your parents’ money is supposed to go to our Joseph? You’re a daughter who married out. Getting a divorce is disgraceful enough, but how dare you co back to your parents’ ho to freeload?"

"Get out of this house right now! This house is going to be for my son in the future."

Patricia Payne slamd her hand on the table and began cursing at Grace, pointing a finger in her face.

Grace was rendered speechless by the sheer audacity.