Chapter 3

Amelia sneered.

"His sister? My husband told me himself that he's an only child, so I'm asking you, where does an only child get a sister?"

After saying that, as if she was afraid that I wouldn't believe her, Amelia flipped out the chat records with Matt.

When I looked, Matt actually told Amelia that he was an only child.

This asshole!

Fuck, how he's an only child!

When my mom wanted a son, she saw that I was a daughter and sent me to be raised in someone else's home, also with someone else's last name, before she transferred back.

I didn't realize Matt really thought he was an only child.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of me in anger.

Seeing that I don't say anything, Amelia stomps hard on my head.

"Nothing to say? Aren't you good at sophistry?" After saying that she looked at the pugilists again.

"I can go toe-to-toe with Matt!" I yelled with all my might.

Fuck, I can't believe Matt sees me and dares to claim he's an only child.

Amelia gave me another hard kick, "How could I possibly let you confront my husband."

I looked to the neighbors, "I'm really Matt his sister, his name is Matt and I'm Jan, how could I be the third party! Please help me call the police!"

But Amelia immediately looked at her neighbor with a fierce look on her face, "I'll see who dares!"

A neighbor was a little hesitant: "Sister, look at you all beat up like this, she won't even admit it, and she does have the same last name as your husband, is it really ......"

Amelia picked up the stick next to her and hit it down hard at me.

"What's wrong with one last name, there are so many with the last name Sue, are they all siblings?"

It was like she had broken my ribs and it hurt so bad I couldn't make a sound.

Amelia threw down her stick and looked at her neighbors, "But since some people are suspicious, I'll call my husband and ask him about it, and also make the death of this third party a little more understandable."

With that, she dialed the number and Matt's voice soon came across the line.

"Hello, baby?"

Amelia changed her previous arrogance to a sweet voice: "Honey, how many people are there in your family?"

"Three people, my dad, my mom and I. What, want to meet the parents?" Matt's tone was ambiguous.

I tried to talk, but it hurt too much all over to make a sound.

Matt, that son of a bitch, really thinks he's an only child.

"Talk to you later when you get home." Amelia hangs up, crouches down, and puts her cell phone live in my face.

"What else do you have to say you bitch? My husband said himself that there are only three people in their family!"

"Friends, have you ever seen such a shameless mistress?"

Amelia slapped me again on my already swollen face.

At the moment I was numb with pain, lying on the ground like a dead fish.

Amelia stood up, glanced inside the house, and asked the brawny men, "Are we done smashing things inside?"

One guy said, "There's a safe."

Amelia did a double take: "Smashing! Must be something nice my husband bought her!"

Hearing that, I braced myself.

Inside the safe is my adoptive mother's last photo.