My Mother Sold My Life for a House

Chapter 1

Last month, my company gave out free medical checkup vouchers, so I had my mother go for a full-body examination. To my surprise, she was diagnosed with liver cancer.

Liver cancer had a high chance of being cured through surgery, so when my mother asked me for the surgery fee, I did everything I could to raise the money.

But what I didn't expect was that my mother had no idea she was sick. She'd only told me she needed surgery as a ruse to get me to hand over money to buy a house for my younger brother.

Anxious and furious, I held up the medical report on my phone in front of my mother.

I said, "The doctor said you can't put off treatment any longer; you need to undergo surgery as soon as possible. Mom, that money really can't be touched..."

My mother slapped the phone out of my hand and snapped, "Enough! Elowen Vale, I'm not sick at all. Are you wishing me dead?! You should be giving me money. It's your duty. Once the money is in my hands, I'll spend it however I want. You ungrateful brat, you're not half as sensible as Lyle."

I wanted to keep explaining that I wasn't wishing death on her, but before I could even open my mouth, Lyle Vale walked in.

I turned to him urgently and said, "Mom is really sick. She needs that money for the surgery. Cancel the purchase now. If we delay treatment, there'll be serious consequences."

Lyle sneered. "Cut it out, Elowen. Even if you want the money back, there's no need to make up lies and wish death on Mom. The house can't be returned, and you won't get the money back either."

My mother chimed in. "As an older sister, you should buy a house for your younger brother. If you had any sense, I wouldn't have had to come up with this plan."

I reached for her hand as I spoke. "Mom. Right now, the most important thing isn't whether or not to buy a house. It's that you need to get to the hospital for surgery right now. We don't have any other money. Without that money, you'll definitely..."

Before I could finish, my mom slapped me across the face. I looked at her in disbelief, but she pointed her finger in my face and snarled, "Elowen, you ungrateful, undutiful daughter! How dare you curse me! Let me tell you, nothing you say matters. Lyle's house has already been bought, and nobody's getting their hands on that money."

Hearing this, Lyle pulled out the glaring property deed from inside his jacket and flaunted it in my face. "Take a good look. The family's money and what you brought back already went toward buying me this house. It's mine now."

I gritted my teeth. Even though my mom and Lyle both thought I was begrudging that half a million dollars, I was still worried about my mom's health and couldn't help but remind her again.

I said, "Mom, if you don't believe what I'm saying, come with me to the hospital to get the report. You really can't put this off any longer."

Hearing this, my mom raised her hand to hit me again, but I dodged. She was so angry she stammered "You, you, you" for a long time, then finally took out her phone, opened the family group chat, and started sending voice messages, saying, "Everyone, come see this! My life is so hard! I worked so hard to raise this daughter, and now she keeps wishing me dead!"