The Unwanted Son

During this period, Mathias still had a grudge against me for scolding him back then. Till now, he refused to talk to me.

Of course, I enjoyed the tranquility that came with his radio silence.

Whenever Mathias came to talk to me, it'd always be about asking me for money. To him, I was just as useful as a free ATM.

Pamola, on the other hand, began appearing around me frequently. I knew what she was doing, but I didn't expose her right away. The sight of her looking so stiff and awkward made me chuckle on the inside.

"Pamola, wash some fruits before serving them on a plate."

"Pamola, this coffee table is too filthy. Come clean it up."

"Pamola, the laundry is done. You should go hang it."

"Mom, I'm a little tired. Why don't you do that yourself? Whenever I'm home, my mom doesn't have the heart to let me do all these chores."

Pamola pretended to be exhausted as she sank on the couch. After that, she didn't move an inch.

I turned to look at her silently. Finally, Pamola's unnatural awkwardness was completely depleted. She revealed her true colors.

"Oh? Is that so? Then did you see how many chores I have to do every day? I'm the one who's been doing chores every day in this house! You think you're the only one who feels tired from doing these chores? Then what about me?

"Pamola, tell me the truth. Ever since you married into this family, have I asked you to do anything else other than these three chores today?"

I chuckled lightly, not believing any of Pamola's lies.

The reason why I was so nice to Pamola after she married Mathias was because of the incident that had happened before their marriage.

Once, I happened to see Pamola's mother taking her and her brother, who was four years younger than her, shopping.

Pamola's brother was half a head taller than both her and their mother. Yet Pamola was the one who was forced to carry all the shopping bags because of her mother's outright biasness toward the brother.

Back then, I had noticed how strong Pamola was. After all, she didn't even bend over despite having to carry that many things.

How was it possible for her to not be able to do any chores after marrying into my family?

"That's different! Now that I've married into this family, that means I'm a part of this family. I'm here to enjoy my life, not to work as a free maid!"

I had to say, I was amused by Pamola's nonsensical reasoning.

"Alright, then. You claim that you're a part of my family now. But your brother, on the other hand, isn't a part of my family, correct?"

"What makes you think you have the right to give the house my husband I bought for you to your brother?

"Not to mention, you keep returning to your parents' home at least once a month. It's bad enough that you've taken a lot of our valuables from this house back to your parents' home.

"But you also bought a lot of supplements for your family as well! Every time, the total price of those supplements is more than 3,000 thousand dollars!"

Pamola didn't know what to say, though her cheeks soon turned scarlet out of embarrassment.

"W-Well… you and Dad bought us that house, after all! Since you gave it to us, then we get to do whatever we want to the house!

"Besides, Mathias never protested against this decision! Mom, you're being overly controlling, aren't you?"

For some reason, Pamola thought her reasoning made sense.

"Then why don't you ask him whose name is the one that's written on the property deed? Whose money are you leeching off right now in order to afford such a nice life?"

As I watched Pamola widen her eyes slowly, I couldn't help but feel relieved that I had made a correct decision in the past.

Thomas and I had bought that house when Mathias was still a minor.

He was a very rebellious teenager back then. Thomas and I were worried that Mathias might sell the house and use the money for other entertainment purposes, so we left our names on the property deeds for the time being.

Back then, we genuinely thought that we only had one son, so our assets would eventually be his.

But now, I'd rather donate all of my money to society than leave these ungrateful and heartless bastards a single cent!

"If your brother doesn't move out of the house by next week, then don't blame me for calling the cops on him."