Revenge of the Outcast

"Isidore Richmond, get over here! Who told you to throw my jeans into the washing machine!?" A cold voice echoed in the living room. Isidore Richmond quickly ran out from the house, wearing a placating expression, "Honey, you asked me to wash them, didn't you? I..." "I told you to hand wash, not to use the washing machine!" Ariah Brown had an unpleasant expression on her face, gritting her teeth, "You've ruined all my clothes!" "Well... I'll buy you new ones..." Isidore Richmond forced a smile. "These jeans cost over twenty thousand dollars, Isidore." On the nearby sofa. Ariah Brown's best friend, Whitley Castro, scoffed, "These are Ariah's favorite jeans. She only wore them for a few days, and you've already ruined them!" "Sorry, honey, I..." Before Isidore Richmond could say anything, Ariah Brown had already raised her hand, delivering a hard slap to his face. "Go back to your room! How did our family end up with a freeloader like you!" Ariah Brown's face turned ashen, "Idle and worthless, a good-for-nothing!" She fiercely threw the damaged jeans at Isidore Richmond. Faced with all of this, Isidore Richmond could only lower his head in silence and return to his small room. "Ariah, he's still your husband. You shouldn't humiliate him like that." On the sofa, Whitley Castro looked at Isidore Richmond, who left without saying a word, raising an eyebrow. "What husband? He's nothing!" Ariah Brown was still furious, "I really don't understand why my grandfather insisted I marry him! If not for my grandfather's will, I would have kicked him out! Having such a waste as a husband is truly embarrassing!" "Your grandfather arranged it?" Whitley Castro was surprised, "I thought you liked him and insisted on having him marry into the Brown family." Whitley Castro's family was also wealthy in Mordor City, and being Ariah Brown's best friend, she knew well about the Brown family's influence. In just a few years, the Brown family had risen to become a prominent force in Mordor City, surpassing even the Castro family. "Like him?!" Ariah Brown widened her eyes, "I find him disgusting! How could I like such a waste? Now he's living in my house in the servants' quarters!" Whitley Castro looked surprised, "I thought you were into him. Insisting on having him marry into your Brown's family." Whitley's family was also a wealthy family in Mordor City, and being Ariah's best friend, she knew well the influence of the Brown family. "Me liking him?" Ariah widened her eyes, "I find him disgusting! That kind of waste, how could I ever be interested? Right now, he's living in a servant's room in my house!" "Then, what about your son..." Whitley hesitated. "Hmph, of course, it's impossible for him to be the father," Ariah sneered. "But it won't be long now. My son's father is a powerful figure with extensive connections! Our Brown family's company wants to go public, and we need him." "We made a deal. After he divorces, I'll divorce that waste, Isidore Richmond, and then we can be together smoothly. Our family's company can also go public!" "Do... Does Isidore know about this?" Whitley asked in a low voice. Ariah coldly laughed, "Even if he knows, what can he do? Just a useless person, hardly deserving to be called a man!" ... Late into the night. Two women were happily chatting in the living room, even drinking some wine. Isidore had an expressionless face, lying on the bed in the servant's room, silently staring at the ceiling. After a long while, he gently got up, bent down, and carefully took out a piece of cake from under the bed, placing it on the table. The cake was only the size of a fist, slightly deformed, a discounted purchase Isidore made earlier. Snap! He found a lighter and lit a candle on top. In the glow of the candle, one could vaguely see a black-and-white photo on the opposite side of the cake. In the photo, an elderly person had a kind smile, looking at Isidore with joy. "Master, I... I miss you so much." Isidore's voice choked, his eyes moist, "When you left, you asked me to marry Ariah Brown, to protect the Brown family for at least five years!" "Now, five years have passed. I've tried my best to treat her well, secretly helping the rapid development of the Brown family. But no one in the Brown family has given me a good face!" "Even Ariah, she cuckolded me, gave birth to someone else's child, and I still have to pretend to be happy!" "Today is my birthday, and also my last birthday in the Brown family..." He self-mockingly chuckled, "I'm quite a failure, can only afford a small cake, but it's enough for the two of us. I... I'll eat less, you eat more..." He cut a small piece for himself, pushing most of the cake in front of the photo, softly singing, "Happy birthday, I say to myself, candles lit, loneliness brightened..." Chewing the cake and singing, his eyes became teary. Ten years ago, Master Colton Brown, to save him, suffered severe injuries. Before dying, he passed on billions in wealth to Isidore Richmond, the great kindness is as weighty as a mountain! Colton had two sons, both idle troublemakers. Unwilling to see his vast assets squandered by his sons, he left everything to his only disciple, Isidore Richmond. Isidore fulfilled his master's dying wish, concealing his identity to marry into the Brown family, ensuring the glory and wealth of the Brown family. No matter what happened, he would stay for five years, doing his best to help the Brown family! With Isidore's covert assistance, the Brown family rapidly grew, becoming a prominent and wealthy family in Mordor City within a few short years. However, as the Brown family's wealth increased, the disdain for Isidore, this son-in-law, became more apparent. "Fifty billion in assets have all been secretly given to the Brown family. I've repaid my master's kindness," Isidore sighed. The money left by Colton had been silently donated to the Brown family through business deals, not a penny kept for himself! It was okay this way; at least leaving the Brown family, he could leave upright, standing tall! I haven't kept a single benefit from the Brown family for myself! "Isidore, Isidore!" A voice from outside, Ariah's voice, echoed, "You useless waste, where are you dead again!" "I’m Coming, I’m coming!" Isidore's body shook, quickly getting up and running outside. The floor of the living room was covered in scattered bottles, with Ariah lying alone on the sofa, and Whitley leaning over the toilet, vomiting. After a while, Whitley wiped her mouth and walked out, burping, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air. "Ariah, sorry, threw up, threw up outside the toilet..." "No problem." Ariah waved her hand, "Isidore, what are you still dawdling for! Clean up the bathroom! Oh, and wash the clothes Whitley changed out of!" Isidore only then noticed that Whitley had already put on Ariah's pajamas. "I... clean up the bathroom?" Isidore opened his mouth. "Nonsense!" Ariah's face suddenly darkened, "What, didn't hear what I said? Should I repeat it?!" She stood up, raising her right hand. Isidore shrunk his neck. Having just been slapped, his face still stinging, he naturally didn't dare to argue with Ariah and hurriedly went into the bathroom. "Worthless!" Behind him, Ariah's disdainful voice echoed. The bathroom was filthy, and as soon as Isidore entered, a pungent smell made his stomach churn. "Wow!" He couldn't hold back any longer, and the small piece of cake he had just eaten came back up. He weakly leaned over the toilet. Whitley's face didn't look great. Standing at the bathroom door, she coldly shouted, "What are you puking for? Find my taste repulsive?" "I..." As Isidore began to speak, he felt his mouth sticky. Glancing at the filth on the floor, he vomited again. "Isidore!" Ariah also walked over, coldly saying, "You're really disgusting! Look at what you've turned the bathroom into! If you don't clean it up now, get out! The Brown family doesn't keep worthless people!" The Brown family doesn't keep worthless people! These words deeply wounded Isidore's heart. He clenched his fists, stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "Fine, I'll leave now." "Oh, becoming quite capable, huh? Leaving our Brown family, you'll starve to death on the streets!" Ariah mocked, "If you have the guts, leave now. Let me see what kind of man you are. Without our Brown family, you're nothing!" "Damn, you are worthless..." Originally sound asleep, Ariah’s son Noe was also awakened by the voices. He walked out, rubbing his sleepy eyes, pointing at Isidore's face and giggling. Isidore's hand suddenly clenched! Then, he weakly released his grip, glanced at Ariah, took a deep breath, and said, "Alright, as you said!" "Hmph!" Ariah couldn't be bothered to deal with him. Isidore turned back to the room, ready to tidy up his clothes. However, he suddenly discovered that when Ariah called him urgently, he left in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the candle. And now, the candle had already ignited the photo of his master. "Oops!" Isidore panicked, quickly picked up a cup, and poured it on the photo. The flame was burning small, but even so, the photo had already burned more than half. "Master..." Isidore carefully touched the photo, his heart aching. "What's this!?" But the next moment, he found that there seemed to be something behind the photo. Subconsciously, he took it out. Behind the photo, there was actually a letter. The letter was wrapped in fire-resistant plastic. Although the photo was burned, the letter was intact. Isidore just opened the letter, and a sheet of paper mixed with it fell to the ground. He looked down and was instantly stunned. This piece of paper was actually a check! Zeroes densely covered the cheek, shocking him. "Ten, ten billion... dollars!?" Picking up the check, Isidore was completely bewildered.