The fact that Micheal has made such a request was something I never saw coming.
I stood there, still, not knowing how to respond.
It was not until his slightly cold lips touched mine that I snapped awake and pushed him away.
"Mr. Micheal, I'm not that kind of person!"
I took two steps back, maintaining a distance between us.
This man, his whole being radiated danger.
Perhaps, I shouldn't have come here in the first place.
"Not that kind of person?" Micheal's lips curled up in amusement and his words were filled with sarcasm, "That's not what you said that night."
In an instant, I felt as if my face was slapped.
In order to get Micheal's help that night, I really said everything.
But how can one take words spoken in desperation seriously!
The way Michael looked at me, I realized, no matter what I said, it was all superfluous.
"I will find a way to pay you back as soon as possible.
Please give me some time."
After saying this, I walked out quickly and shut the door behind me.
His ambiguous words were still echoing in my ears, causing a burning sensation.
As I was going downstairs, the caretaker gazed at me in a meaningful way, saw me to the door and repeatedly told me that she would make me something delicious if I come again.
Today is the weekend, I decided to dine out and have some hotpot before going home.
Upon arriving home, I found two people seated by the door.
They, like the red paint on the door, unsettled me.
Stepping forward, I softly called out, "Dad, Mom."
Inside, a deep sense of unease.
I understood all too well that if they were here to see me, it could only spell trouble.
Upon seeing me, Mom immediately got Dad up from the ground, heading my way.
It was only when Mom lifted her head that I noticed her reddened eyes.
She'd evidently been crying.
What's happening?
A pang of worry shot through my heart.
Even the hardest heart can't ignore them in this situation.
"Dear, you're finally home.
Your father and I have nowhere left to go, so we had to come find you."
Mom suppressed her tears, crying out to me.
I never told them I lived here.
If they could find it, James must be credited for it.
"What happened?" Frowning, I opened the door and they followed me inside.
"All because you insisted on divorcing James!"
Before explaining what had happened, my mother started blaming me.
Even now, she thought my decision was wrong.
Her own daughter was less important to her than an outsider. It's truly pitiful.
With a stern face, I coldly responded, "If you think James is good, then why don't you go find him when you need help?
Why come to me?" I'm not heartless, it's just that their actions have been far too hurtful.
In their eyes, there are only their own interests and my brother's future.
They never cared about my feelings.
That's why, even after what James did to me, they still don't allow me to divorce him.
And now, they are still blaming me.
Seeing my attitude, Mom seemed a bit panicked, her demeanor softening.
Holding my hand, she said, "Honey, it's not like that.
Mom isn't blaming you either.
If there's anyone to blame, it's James for being so heartless.
He's now had his aunt take back the house, leaving us homeless and leaving us no choice but to come find you."
Before my marriage, they had always lived in our hometown.
After they found out I'd settled in the city, they decided to follow me.
They rented a house from James's aunt.
Now, since I've divorced James, the house has been taken back.
It must have been James's doing.
With my parents left homeless, there's no way I could ignore them.
I sighed, looking at them.
"Where did you move all your stuff?" I asked. "She asked us to leave before tomorrow, so we're moving right away."
As mom said this, she pulled dad and started to move toward the exit.
I opened my mouth to say something, but didn't get the chance.
Their moving in here means trouble is on its way.