Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Inside the small house, a loud roar came from the door. An extremely fat woman with curlers in her hair and wearing a polka-dot plus-size dress was violently pounding on the door.

The woman was clearly white.

"How many times have I told you to get up early today to make breakfast? We have guests coming, so it's best to get up at 6:30!"

Bang bang bang!
The plus-size woman pounded on the door several times in a fit of rage, and the door frame was visibly deformed as it couldn't withstand the violent impact.

Sure enough, not long after, the door was violently broken open. With a loud crash, it creaked and groaned as it opened backward, carrying some gravel and dust with it.

Only then was the room behind the door revealed to be its true form.

The room wasn't big, in fact, it was quite small; it looked like a converted storage room.

Besides a bed, there's only room for a table!

There wasn't even enough room for a wardrobe; clothes were piled up haphazardly to one side, giving the whole room a dirty and chaotic feel.

In fact, the house wasn't much better; it was located in a slum.

Then a blond, blue-eyed boy—literally blue-eyed—was huddled in the corner, looking at the woman with fear in his eyes.

"No, Aunt Becky, I overslept, please don't hit me anymore."

"Shut up! You damned, filthy bastard! You failed to do what I told you to do, and that's what happens when you have no manners or upbringing. You're no different from your bitch mother!"

The woman showed no mercy. Instead of hitting him, she grabbed the boy's glasses and threw them at him, hitting him on the forehead and shattering on the ground.

This shows that these are not resin lenses, but the cheapest glass lenses.

Then he kept cursing and swearing, completely ignoring the fact that the child had already lowered his head and was clenching and unclenching his little fists.

"But... I didn't do it on purpose. You told me I had to clean the paint that my cousin Tommy spilled on the carpet by last night, or I wouldn't be allowed to sleep. I did, and I cleaned it up, but it was already 4 a.m., and I hadn't had enough sleep."

"I don't give a fuck!" the woman snapped. "I don't care about these things. This is what you're supposed to do. If you don't do it well, you should find the reason yourself, instead of acting like a coward and shirking responsibility and shifting the blame onto others!"

The woman grabbed the boy's hair, causing him to cry out in pain, "Ouch!"

He grabbed the boy's head and pulled him into eye contact with her: "Look me in the eye. I'm warning you, if you tell this kind of brainless lie again, I'll kick you out of the house and leave you to fend for yourself! We took you in and raised you; that's the greatest kindness we've shown you, understand? And you even tried to frame your cousin Tommy! You're simply..."

"Disgusting! Repulsive! Utterly terrible! Unforgivable!"

This time, the boy didn't argue back, because he knew that no matter how much he argued, it would be useless. From the moment the woman had made up her mind that he was the one who did it, he had already lost the ability to defend himself.

The woman ranted for almost twenty minutes before finally catching her breath. Her voice was extremely harsh as she said, "So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and cook! The guests are arriving soon. Can you take responsibility for this, you little beast!"

"Yes, I understand."

The boy could only stand up with his head down and walk out of the room, leaving the woman standing with her hands on her hips, watching him walk away with a cold smile.

Kick them out? How could we possibly kick them out!
Such a good free labor force, if we kick him out, where will we find another one?
You can get a free slave without spending money or much food, who will do housework, wash clothes, cook, and clean the house.

Secondly, there are schools and the like.

Just send him to a free church school.

He wore his cousin's hand-me-downs.

Clothes are so expensive these days, it's good enough if you have anything to wear. What she hates most are those picky people.

Moreover, leaving behind such a small thing not only avoids financial loss, but also provides financial compensation. It must be said, her deceased sister and her wealthy husband left behind a considerable sum of money before they died.

It's a whopping £5000 million!
Such a huge sum of money was something they never even dared to dream of.

However, getting this money is not easy.

Because of the existence of that damn trust fund! Fuck!

That damned trust fund is dragging its feet on paying out money, citing the beneficiary's age of under 18. They even said the money was supposed to go to that little bastard.

Their family will only receive £100 million, and that will be after this beast reaches adulthood.

This made her hate her sister immensely.

She and her sister already had a bad relationship.

They both came from the same family, but from a young age, the older sister was always the one who attracted the most attention.

He also had the best grades in school.

He even got into university.

She, on the other hand, became pregnant early and entered the workforce.

Even her older sister later married someone better than her, someone who was said to be a great lawyer.

Lawyers are wealthy elites, not people like them who have access to such things.

So, watching her sister live an incredibly comfortable life day by day, jealousy distorted her appearance, twisting her features and making her crawl with darkness.

After receiving the news that her sister's family had been in a car accident, she was the happiest person!

In the end, they were left with this burden.

In fact, £100 million is a lot of money, and for most people it is an astronomical figure!
But compared to 5000 million, 100 million seems so insignificant that they would be satisfied with just this little bit.

This is absolutely impossible.

So she had been planning how to get the 5000 million.

As for this little brat?
Just give them a few hundred pounds to get rid of them.

Can a small child understand how to spend so much money?

I've adopted him all these years and raised him to this age. Isn't all of this hard work? Isn't it all out of kindness?
I'm already being kind by not asking him for money, why would he want more?

Dennis Leo, truly the name of a greedy fraudster and a disgusting man!

nausea!

Meanwhile, Dennis Jr. also went into the living room.

A pillow came right in front of me.

Turning around, he saw a tanned, mixed-race Black child looking at him with a mocking smile: "Hey, freak, did you enjoy washing the carpet? You trashy crawler!" (End of Chapter)