Chapter 7 Restlessness In the Family (Part One)

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning of the second day. I had already forgotten that my aunt told me that we would meet at the XS Cemetery at half past eight last night.

When I went downstairs, I found that Hale didn't get up until now. He stopped me with a cold face. I didn't expect that he did it on purpose, because he withdrew his leg in a moment.

I just had some food prepared by the servants and received a call from my father. He said concisely, "Today is my young sister's birthday. I have to go home for dinner tonight." After hanging up the phone, I saw that Hale was eating porridge. Seeing that I put down the spoon, he didn't say anything but quickly finished the porridge. Then he stood up and fetched a box.

"Your Grandma prepared it for Sally."

I opened it and saw a fine emerald screen.

The black Bentley slowly stopped in front of a villa.

"Here we are?"

"Miss, we arrive. Do you want me to help you take the things in?" The driver lowered his head and said to me.

"No, thanks." I picked up the big wooden box carefully. I opened the door and walked up the marble steps step by step. There were servants standing on both sides of the steps. The two of them closed to the door quickly pushed the door open when I was approaching.

As soon as the hollowed out and aged gate was pushed open, a rotten smell of money could be smelled. From inside to outside, I was resistant to it. I took two deep breaths before walking inside.

The sound of laughters came to my ears one after another. I shook my head hard and quickly walked into the hall leading to the garden corridor.

My steps are a little heavy. As soon as I entered the door, everyone's face was different, and they were slightly stunned when they saw me. I quickly glanced around. All of them came over, the families of my second uncle and third uncle. I saw my father holding that thin child, with a warm expression that I had never seen before.

Jacob Miller, seven years old, ran to me and hugged me. He almost hit the wooden box in my hand. It was the jade screen that Grandma told me to give to Sally. Did a child need such a precious thing? What else could it be if it wasn't for Tessa White?

My fingers were a little pale, and my face may be even worse. I smiled at him and said, "The fourth young brother, today is the litter sister's birthday. Why are you so rash? We can't afford if we break the things Grandma give to her."

Tessa quickly stepped forward and pulled her son away. "You brat, don't you see your oldest sister holding something in her hand? It will be ominous if it is broken by accident." But her eyes were full of excitement.

Ignoring the mother and son's fake play, I went straight to my father. "Father." Then I smiled at the little girl in his arms, trying to make myself look like a gentle sister. "Happy birthday, Sally. Look, what treasure does grandma give you?"

Sally was born with illness. Parents and Grandma cared for her very much. Since she was born, she had never walked on the floor, and there were professionals taking care of her living. What she got was something that even the siblings couldn't compare to. And because of this, I felt nothing for this child. She has nothing special except half of my blood. What's more, she has taken away a lot of care that originally belonged to me.

Feeling the blazing gazes in the hall, I snorted coldly in my heart. Grandma used to be the princess of the late Qing dynasty with pure bloodline, and the great grandmaster and great grandma were all renowned people. Grandma was born in a big family, so she was generous. Everyone wanted her things?

Sally was young, and her face, which had been morbid all year round, didn't have any color. She was in low spirits. I said, "Since it's for Sally, then give it to her directly." In this way, I avoided opening the wooden box lest these people's ferocious eyes desecrate this precious object.

"Is it some kind of rare item? Why don't you let us have a look? The person with the old lady is different. How can we, ordinary people, have the chance to see the Royal treasure?" There was never a shortage of acerbic people in our family, but the one who was speaking is the best one among those, my second aunt, Evie Hunter.

Grandma had three sons and one daughter. My father was the eldest son and had taken over the family business. My second uncle was his brother, but he only had a small position in the company. Because I was the heir selected by the old lady, so the family of my second uncle had long been dissatisfied with my family, and they only dared to gossip behind our backs. What happened earlier showed that their accumulated resentment was about to release.

Ken Miller from my second uncle's family was at the same age with me. At that time, my mother was still alive and she and my second aunt were pregnant at the same time. In order to fight for the identity of the eldest grandson, they had a fierce fight. In the end, I was born more than a month earlier than Ken. Ken looked at me apologetically and bowed deeply to me. I raised my eyebrows, and Ken pulled his mother and whispered to me, "Sister, I'm really sorry. Mom, stop it. Let's leave."

Evie was not the kind of person who would give up easily. I took a look at my father and Tessa, and found that they were already very unhappy. On the other side, the family of my third uncle were also looking at us gloatingly.

I straightened my body and said to everyone, "Today is just my sister's birthday. Grandma gives her an emerald screen as a gift. I am thinking that since this is for her, it's hers. What's wrong with you, aunt? Do you even envy a five year old child's belongings?"

The expression on Evie's face became pale.

My second uncle finally stood out and said, "Is that enough? Let's go home."

Hearing that, Ken turned his head back to take a look at me. His eyes seemed to be filled with accusation, indignation and unwillingness.

The family of my second uncle went back to a European style villa not far away. The head of the family threw his suit jacket on the ground as soon as he entered, and slapped his wife who followed him closely.

Ken quickly protected his mother behind him. "Dad!"

"Idiot!" Peter Miller's face turned red and blue veins stood out on the back of his hand.

"Peter Miller, don't be so arrogant at home! Dare you step on the family of your oldest brother under your feet?" At this moment, Evie waved her arms like a shrew and slapped on Peter's body one by one. Her sharp fingernails scratched out a few finger marks on her man's shirt. Looking carefully, the finger marks were still a little red.

"Mom, your hand." Ken grabbed her hand.

Evie slapped his son in the face crazily, "Have you seen it? Why didn't you come out earlier at that time? If you did, the property of the Millers would have belonged to us. How dare Daisy did this to your mother? And you, if you make effort to seek self-improvement, will the old lady not value you?"