"She meant well. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you can't say something like that. Do you have any conscience?"
At this time, Susan began knocking on the door outside.
"Grace, why are you talking so much nonsense to him? How could he, the infertile one, have the gut to blame others? Who does he think he is?
"From now on, Oscar will be your son even if he disagrees. Billy can't drive him out unless I die."
Hearing what her mother said, Grace glared at me.
"Billy, do you want to piss my mom off to death? She always thinks for us, but what about you? You're an ungrateful person."
Having finished speaking, Grace opened the door, walked out, and then took Oscar's hand.
"Dear, never mind what your dad says. Today, I'll take you out and host a nice meal for your arrival."
Oscar jumped happily and threw himself into her arms.
"That's great! Thank you, Mommy. I love you the most."
Susan took his other hand with a smile and didn't forget to look back at me.
"Just stay at home and reflect on what you did today."
After that, Susan and Grace took Oscar out of the door.
The three of them got along well with each other as if they were a family. Seeing the scene, I was stunned for a moment.
Feeling depressed, I followed them out the door as well. Unexpectedly, upon leaving the community, I saw Grace leading the boy into a red Ferrari.
Susan also happily got into the car.
I took a closer look, finding that the car was the one that Grace had asked me to buy for her some time ago.
At that time, Grace told me that she liked the car, and I asked her how much it cost.
She showed me the photo immediately and said with a calm voice.
"Not expensive. It's just over one million dollars."
I was stunned, thinking, "When did one million dollars mean nothing to her?"
I could recall what Grace looked like when she first went to university.
Back then, she had two pigtails and carried a woven bag, her eyes full of expectation for the city.
At that time, a bowl of noodles that cost 20 dollars would make her exclaim that its prices were too high.
After they got in the car, it drove away from the community.
I quickly called a taxi to catch up, and the taxi driver glanced at me with a look, showing he knew what was going on.
"Don't worry, bro! With my skills, I'm sure we can catch them."
The Ferrari drove into the city and stopped at a high-end restaurant.