He Tried To Steal My Home, I Gave Him To Debtors

Chapter 2

I dodged to the side, and she grabbed nothing.

Her eyes instantly filled with anger.

She turned to Ethan and snapped, "You're just going to stand there and watch? Are you going to help me or not?"

When she was about to attack me, Ethan quickly grabbed her.

"Forget it. Let's not go too far."

Then he turned to me.

"Claire, don't be angry. We'll leave now!"

But Lena refused to let it go.

"Leave? Why should we leave? She's just a widow. What can she possibly do?"

Just then, her eyes suddenly landed on the toy cabinet in the corner of the living room, where a delicate music box sat.

It was a gift Mia's grandfather had brought back from Switzerland for her sixth birthday.

"This is nice."

Lena walked over in her heels and reached for it.

"No!" Mia broke free from my arms and rushed over, hugging the music box tightly. "It's mine!"

Lena waved her hand impatiently, shoving her aside.

"You're this stingy over a little thing? You're exactly like your mother."

With that shove, Mia fell backward.

The back of her head hit the corner of the coffee table hard.

A piercing cry instantly echoed through the living room.

"Mia!"

I rushed over and picked her up.

The back of her head had already swollen into a large bump, and a thin line of blood was seeping out.

Lena was still rolling her eyes.

"Oh, stop acting. I barely touched her."

That's it. I snapped.

I gently put Mia down, turned around, and grabbed the glass vase on the coffee table.

"Claire, what are you doing?" Ethan finally reacted and tried to stop me.

Crash!

The vase flew past Lena's ear and smashed against the wall.

Glass shards were scattered everywhere.

She screamed and covered her ear. A streak of blood seeped through her fingers.

"Get out," I said, my voice as cold as ice. "Right now."

Ethan's face went pale.

"Claire, calm down..."

"Get out!"

I grabbed a second vase.

"Or the next one goes straight into your face."

Lena finally got scared.

She dragged Ethan toward the door, shouting, "Maniac! You and your family are all crazy as hell!"

I locked the door and held Mia, checking her injury. She was sobbing in my arms.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a message from Ethan.

Ethan: You've disappointed me so much. Mia doesn't know any better, but why are you making trouble too?

Looking at the wound on my daughter's head, still bleeding, I clenched my teeth and blocked him.

Ethan.

Since you're so eager to be a dead man, I'll make sure you stay dead for good.

On the way to the hospital, I dialed a number that had been buried in my contacts for years.

"Vince, did Ethan's older brother still owe you money?"

A low laugh came from the other end.

"No one even knows where that bastard ran off to. Principal plus interest, 3.7 million dollars. Why? You're planning to pay for him?"

I looked at the plane trees outside.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering broken shadows on the ground.

"No. But I can help you find him."