Chapter 95 Little Uncle Chapter 95 Little Uncle Her grandmother had once lived in a wealthy family. Who would have thought that her descendants would be living such a miserable life now?
Quetzalâs house is at the far west end of the alley.
At this moment, a sturdy woman stood in the courtyard, with a cigarette dangling from her mouth, sneering contemptuously at Quetzal and Lucy.
âI heard someone was supposed to help you pay the rent. Itâs been over half an hour now. Where are they?â
âIf it werenât for Norman Hernandezâs face, who would rent a house to you? If you canât pay the rent, get out and sleep on the street. Three days, Iâll give you three days. If you donât have the money by then, just get lost.â
âSisterâinâlaw.â Lucy exclaimed in shock.
The sturdy woman was none other than Rita Russell, Quenton Hernandezâs sisterâinâlaw. A few years ago, she and her husband persistently borrowed money from them, and they never mentioned repaying. Now, when they finally rented a small cottage from her, it seemed more like a reward.
Lucyâs eyes welled up with tears as she had to plead, âQuenton is sick now, and he needs medicine.
And we canât earn money. Can you⦠Can you give us a few more days?â
âNo money?â Rita sneered. âThis little bitch is wearing a dress worth tens of thousands. Since you have no money, how about using this dress to offset the debt? Iâm a generous person; I can let you offset two yearsâ rent.â
Two years!
Saving money for two years was an extravagant hope for Lucy right now, but her daughter still had to participate in the cultural festivalâ¦
Seeing Lucy hesitate, Rita angrily approached, grabbing Quetzal and attempting to take off her dress.
âWhat are we waiting for? I said weâre using this to offset the debt.â
Quetzal resisted with all her might, struggling until the card Evelyn left for them fell to the ground.
Rita quickly stepped forward, picked up the card, and dusted it off.
âNew cards? I thought you said thereâs no money? Isnât there plenty of money here?â
1557 Thu, 22 FCD Chapter 95 Little Uncle âThatâs not yours. Give it back to me,â Quetzal angrily retorted.
âMy big brother and I are a bit tight on money lately. You can owe the rent, and I wonât take the dress.
Iâll just borrow the money in this card for my big brother and me to use.â Ritaâs eyes were full of greed.
Disregarding the reactions of the two, she turned to leave.
Just as she took two steps, her belly was heavily kicked.
She exclaimed, âOuch!â Her plump body fell to the ground. Before she could catch her breath, a petite foot stepped on her forcefully.
Upon seeing Evelynâs face, Rita exaggeratedly screamed, âHelp! Our murderous niece is back and wants to kill me.â
Kill?
Evelyn sneered, leisurely increasing the pressure under her foot. She knew well the location of the ribs and deliberately used the tip of her foot to graze the edge of Ritaâs rib cage.
âLittle bitch, what are you doing? Iâm your aunt.â
âIsnât that what you said?â Evelyn smiled and mocked. She continued in a light tone, âIâm here, to kill you!â
âYou!â Rita widened her eyes. Before she could say anything, Evelyn suddenly snatched back the bank card from her hand.
Rita became frantic instantly. âGive me back the card. The money inside belongs to me. Believe it or not, Iâll call the police and report you for robbery!â
She is really shameless.
Just like how she deliberately got her elder uncle drunk, and afterward, they had a relationship, all just to marry into a wealthy family.
Evelyn said, âCall the police? But let me kindly remind you, unfortunately, this card is signed by me. I canât guarantee who the police will take away when they come.â
Rita asked, âYou gave it to them?â
Seeing Evelynâs clear eyes, Rita exploded with anger.
âYou ungrateful girl! With money, you only think about Quintonâs family. Have you forgotten that you still have a elder uncle?â
Chapter 95 Little Uncle Back then, when that old woman left most of the family fortune to Evelyn, Rita wished she could have strangled her directly.
Rita looked into Evelynâs eyes, and a fiery rage ignited within her.
Upon hearing this, Evelyn slowly curled her lips.
How could she forget? In her previous life the man who revealed how much property she had to William, was none other than Norman Hernandez, her elder uncle! Speaking of which, she hasnât âthankedâ him well yet.
In her previous life, every excuse William came up with could be matched with the property her grandmother left to her. She originally thought it was all a coincidence until she discovered, just before her death, that her good elder uncle had sold her for a few thousand dollars.
Now, thinking back, Evelyn realized that Norman never liked her from childhood. Every time he visited her grandmotherâs house, it was her little uncle Quinton who played with and entertained her, leaving the good things to her.