Chapter Four

"No!" I said, looking troubled . " We can't touch Mom and Dad's money . Ashley , I'll find a way to raise the money."

Ashley nodded, sobbing.

But deep down, he had other plans.

[You useless piece of trash, since you're unwilling to sell, I'll secretly forge the signature and list the house tomorrow! You won't ask your parents for money? Then tonight I'll send those two old bastards a picture of Luke wearing an oxygen mask; I'll trick them into giving it to me!]

Hearing this heartfelt confession, I pretended to be calm, gently stroked her hair, and softly comforted her: "Don't cry, darling. I promise you, I will definitely find another way to raise money for medical expenses. You stay home and wait for me."

Ashley's eyes were filled with emotion, but in her heart she was maliciously mocking .

As I turned around and stepped out of the house, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

The final payment from the sale of the house, a full $1.5 million, has been received in full.

Tomorrow at 3 PM, a professional liquidation team will forcibly reclaim this house.

Ashley's plan to "secretly sell the house" was destined to fail.

That night, I lay comfortably in my safe haven, watching a movie with my parents .

The phone screen next to me was flashing wildly.

Ashley indeed sent dozens of fake photos of Luke lying in a hospital bed, covered in medical equipment.

I have already informed my parents that they don't need to pay attention to Ashley's messages.

Unable to get a response from her parents , she can only cling to me now.

[ Victor ! You bastard! Are you just going to watch your son die?]

[Where's the money?! Go borrow it! Go to underground banks! Go to loan sharks! Even if you have to borrow from the mob, get the money! Luke urgently needs medical expenses tonight!]

She wanted to squeeze every last bit of credit out of me to fill her bottomless pit of underground gambling on soccer tomorrow.

The next afternoon, the phone on the table lit up, and Ashley actually took the initiative to make a video call.

I pressed the answer button, deliberately feigning a tired and anxious look: " Aishili , I'm still trying to find a way to get the money. The loan sharks need collateral for their review..."

The scene on the screen was not an intensive care unit at all, nor was there a dying Luke .

Ashley, dressed in an extremely sexy silk camisole, was sitting intimately on Brad's lap , completely tearing away her last shred of pretense: "Wasting time with a piece of trash like you is utterly disgusting."

Luke , who was "on the verge of death with tubes in his body" just last night , is now skillfully lighting a cigar for Brad .

Brad blew a smoke ring arrogantly at the screen, his eyes full of mocking provocation: "Thanks for raising my son like a dog these past few years, bro. By the way, your wife has been really sexy in your big bed these past few years."

Luke turned around and gave the camera the middle finger: "You don't deserve to be my dad, you're a pathetic wretch! My dad 's about to win the lottery, I'm a millionaire's son!"

I deliberately put on a pained expression, looking at these three clowns who thought they were about to rise to the top.

Ashley laughed arrogantly, " Idiot! So what if you didn't wire that three million? The game ends in two minutes, and I'll be the richest woman in all of New York !"

The television behind her was showing the final countdown to the final match.

On television, the final match officially entered the countdown phase.

The current score is stuck right at the point where Ashley pulled off a stunning upset in her "previous life memories".

Brad clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Ashley even screamed with excitement, as if she could already see mountains of banknotes.

The countdown has reached its final moment.

The opposing striker suddenly took a shot from outside the penalty area—

The ball traveled in a strange arc.

The goalkeeper, who should have saved the ball, made an extremely exaggerated mistake by dropping it!

"Whoosh—!"

Goal! A game-winning goal!

The score was changed in an instant , and the outcome was reversed.

Clearly, after the so-called insider information affected the prize pool, the bookmaker, in order to ensure their huge profits, directly manipulated the goalkeeper's dive!

The commentator's desperate cries came from the television, but the living room in Manhattan fell into a deathly silence.

A massive Ponzi scheme collapsed in an instant. Ten million in gambling debts owed to gangsters vanished completely!

"No...no...how could this be?!" Ashley's cigarette fell onto the carpet, her face ashen. "I clearly remember that score! There's no way it could be wrong!"

"You bitch! Didn't you fucking say this was a 100% guaranteed winning secret?!" Brad jumped up and slapped Ashley hard across the face!

"Ah!" Ashley's face instantly swelled and bled. Ignoring the pain, she was still reeling from the shock. " Impossible, this can't be... "

What awaited her was Brad's frenzied punches and kicks.

As I watched this absurd and destructive scene unfold on the screen, I finally curled my lips into a smile and laughed out loud without restraint.

A crisp laugh echoed into the living room through the speakers.

Ashley abruptly raised her head, staring intently at me on the screen, her expression completely distorted : "What right do you, you piece of trash, have to laugh! The apocalypse is coming, I curse you and your damned family to be torn to shreds, to die without a complete corpse— "

"Bang--!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, the villa's security door was violently smashed open with a heavy hammer.

Several burly security guards strode in and slapped a document stamped with a red seal directly onto Ashley 's face.

" It's time to take possession of the house !"

Ashley stared in shock at the forced eviction notice on the ground, her eyes fixed on the seller's signature: "This house is mine! What right do you have... Victor ! You actually sold the house secretly?!"

But it was all too late.

The family of three was roughly thrown onto the lawn outside.

The video call has not yet ended.

In the scene, Brad is kicking and punching Ashley in a fit of rage , while Luke is wailing.

Behind them , people continued to writhe and stagger down the long street .

apocalypse。

here we go.