Chapter 4

I dropped the mop and ran in immediately, but it was too late.

A foul stench filled the bedroom.

"Ethan, can't you move faster! I've already soiled my pants. Clean me up right now!"

I suppressed my anger and maintained my patience.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm trying to take care of both of you while looking after the baby. I got here as fast as I could."

"So you're blaming me for not being able to hold it in!"

He grabbed the cup from the nightstand and threw it hard at me.

The cup hit me right in the forehead. Blood instantly streamed down my face.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and clean this mess! A little cut on your head won't kill you!"

I swallowed my rage and cleaned up the disgusting mess while fighting my nausea.

My mother-in-law called from the room, "Wash your father's pants and sheets by hand! Don't use the washing machine—it's unsanitary!"

By the time I finally finished cleaning up, the moment my butt touched the sofa, my mother-in-law spoke up.

"Ethan, it's so late—you should head home now. Your father and I need to rest. Come back early tomorrow!"

My in-laws' house had two bedrooms, but they clearly had no intention of letting me stay overnight.

I opened the door and left. The messages started floating before my eyes again.

"These two old bastards deliberately soiled themselves to disgust Ethan. It's so late and they still won't let him stay. They're just tormenting him!"

"There are no buses running at this hour. If Ethan wants to get home, he has to take a cab. But to save money, Ethan chose to walk home carrying the baby. It took him two hours to get there."

"Later Ethan bought a little electric scooter to deliver food and get around, but these two old bastards deliberately punctured the tires."

"Marrying into their family was eight generations of bad luck for Ethan. These two old devils clearly knew Sophia wasn't dead, yet they deliberately tortured Ethan! They're not even human! Why don't they just die!"

I sneered coldly.

You two old bastards, go ahead and be arrogant. Everything you're doing now will come back like a boomerang and stab you right in the back!

The next morning at four o'clock, my mother-in-law called again.

"Ethan, are you here yet? Your father and I are waiting for you to handle our bathroom needs. Hurry up and get here. If we can't hold it and soil the bed, don't blame us!"

I used my phone to connect to the surveillance cameras at their house. Both of them were wandering around the living room—not looking paralyzed at all.

No choice. For now, I still had to play along with their act.

I served my in-laws tirelessly for a week. Finally, that afternoon, I received news that buyers had been found for the villas.

Taking advantage of the two old bastards' afternoon nap, I snuck out to meet the buyers.

I'd already priced the villas below market value, so the transaction went smoothly.

The moment I received the twenty million dollar payment, my anxious heart finally settled.

That afternoon, my in-laws called my phone over a dozen times. I just turned it off.

When I went back that evening, I brought someone with me.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of things being smashed.

"You worthless man, where did you go? Why did you turn off your phone? Do you know what kind of afternoon your father and I had!"

Of course I knew. Those two had a wonderful time—they ordered takeout and watched TV.

It was all recorded by the surveillance cameras.

"Mom, Dad, this is the live-in caregiver I found for you. From now on, Mrs. Miller will take care of you full-time."