Part 2After Giving Up, I Gained Both Fame and Wealth

"It's normal for little kids to fight. Besides, Ann even hit Jeff. How can a girl fight? Look at the bump on Jeff's head!"

Leah laughed it off, with a tone that showed indifference.

"Besides, nothing really happened! Don't make such a big deal out of it.

You must be tired from the trip back. I'll go cook. By the way, when are you leaving?"

Listening to the impatient tone of this flamboyantly dressed woman in front of me, and looking at my daughter in tattered clothes in my arms, I couldn't help but find it ridiculous.

Leah was born in a family that favored boys over girls and had been used to a hard life since childhood.

I transferred my salary into Leah's account on time every month.

I was afraid that Leah would be too thrifty, so I specifically told her not to treat herself and my daughter badly.

At this point, it seemed that she had spent all the money I worked hard to earn on herself and Jeff.

Ignoring Leah's question, I turned my head and looked at Jeff rolling on the ground.

A ten-year-old child's face should be innocent, but it was full of lures different from ordinary people.

He stared straight at my arms and muttered,

"Aunt Leah, I want Leah to play games with me."

Leah agreed repeatedly and was about to pull Ann down from my arms.

"You troublesome thing! Didn't you hear Jeff say that he wanted to play with you? Go and play with Jeff quickly!"

I looked at the unfamiliar pushing and shoving actions of the woman. What was the difference between this and the abuse that Leah had been through in her family?

"That's enough!"

I stopped Leah's actions.

"Call Dennis and ask him to pick up his son as possible. I don't want to see him in my house again!"

Dennis was my good friend.

Dennis, Leah, and I met in college. We worked together and became good friends.

We both admired Leah for coming from a family that favored boys over girls, so we took care of her.

After graduating from college, Dennis went to another place to seek opportunities. Leah and I found solace in each other and naturally got together.

Three years ago, Dennis came back with a little boy to visit, saying that his wife was sick. He needed to take care of her, so he had no time to take care of the child. He hoped that the child could be fostered in my house.

Looking at his weathered appearance, I felt a burst of sadness. I wanted to help, but I thought it would be difficult for Leah, who was taking care of our daughter, to suddenly have another child to take care of.

Before I could consider further, Leah took the initiative to say that she would treat this child as her own son, so that both of us could focus on our work outside.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Dennis' wife had long passed away, but the child was still staying at my house.

Looking at the way Jeff was bossing people around, he seemed like the crown prince of my family.