So, I had made up my mind to pay the down payment for a house myself in the coming months, right here in Rethuesia, a place where I never imagined I would belong.
I had almost saved enough for the down payment, and now I was just waiting for the property I liked to be listed.
I shared my plan to buy a house in Rethuesia with my mother back home, and at first, she agreed. But who would have thought that a week later, my mother called again.
On the phone, she completely changed her attitude and began to strongly oppose my plan to buy a house here, even breaking down in tears over the phone.
I was very confused, wondering what could have caused my mother's attitude to change so dramatically.
When I went to the train station to pick up my mother and others, who had come to Rethuesia specifically to stop me, I finally understood. It was all orchestrated by my brother's girlfriend!
My father passed away unexpectedly when I was in my first year of high school. My mother, an ordinary laborer little formal education, raised my brother and me on her own.
Since my father's death, I became exceptionally mature. This wasn't just my own assessment, but what the neighbors in our county town praised.
From my first year of high school, I started doing odd jobs in the town to earn some tuition money. Later, I got into a university in Rethuesia and left my hometown. After graduating, I chose to stay in Rethuesia.
I started at the bottom rung of the company ladder, and step by step, I worked my way up to become the department supervisor. This was all achieved through my relentless hard work, earning me the nickname "the relentless worker" at the company.
I didn't care about nicknames; as long as I could make money, that was all that matters. After all, I worked to earn money, not to make friends.
The reason I wanted to buy a house was to bring my mother to live with me. After all, she had spent all those years taking care of me and my brother on her own, which had been incredibly tough for her.
My brother was four years younger than me and now worked at an office in our hometown. This job was stable but his income was rather modest. Because my brother's situation wasn't as good as mine, I wanted to bring my mother to enjoy a more comfortable life with me.
I thought my plan was perfect, but who knew that at this crucial moment, the problem would arise with my mother? This was the one part that should never have gone wrong.
I was at the station to pick up my mother, along with my brother and his girlfriend.
My brother's girlfriend was quite tall, probably around 5'6", and she was quite attractive. But her thin lips made me think that she must be the type of person with a harsh personality.
"Vivian Willis, this is your brother's girlfriend, Jolene Douglas," my mother introduced her with a smile.
I returned the smile and nodded at Jolene, greeting her.
But my brother seemed displeased, saying, "Vivian, what's going on? Jolene came all this way with us, and you're being so cold. What's that supposed to mean?"
As I listened to my brother's complaints, I felt a surge of anger inside. Did he really think I didn't know it was this Jolene who manipulated things, influenced my mother to completely change her attitude towards me buying a house?
And he still expected me to be warm and welcoming to her?