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A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 10
The surrounding parents and students began to gather, their whispers rising like a tide as they pointed fingers. "Isn't that the mother and son who've been begging around here?""Who is this woman? She looks successful. Is she the old woman's daughter?""Tsk, looks like it."I looked at the two people before me—the two people who had defined my life through pain. I felt no ripple of pity, no surge of anger. If anything, the situation was almost darkly amusing. "Give you something to eat?" I repeated, a thin smirk playing on my lips. I opened my bag and pulled out a crisp five-dollar bill."You want food? Fine." I pointed toward my BMW parked a few yards away. "See that car? Go wipe the windows. I'll pay you 50 cents per window. There are four side windows, plus the front and rear windshields. That's six in total. Consider this five dollars a deposit on your labor." Mom froze, as did Arnold.The crowd of onlookers fell into a stunned silence. "What's the matter? You thin
A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 9
Three years of peace followed. I received a promotion and bought a small apartment of my own. I also got a Ragdoll cat and named her "Money" to remind myself that the only things I could truly count on in this world were my finances and myself.That autumn, I returned to my hometown to finalize my change of address. After finishing the paperwork, I found myself passing by my old high school. The final bell had just rung, and the front gate was a sea of parents waiting for their children. Some held cold sodas; others carried bags of KFC. I saw a scene that felt like a ghost of my own past. A girl in a school uniform was wiping away tears at the school gate, devastated by a poor exam grade. Her mother crouched down and gently brushed the tears from the girl's eyes. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's just one test. All that matters is that you tried your hardest. Come on, I'll take you to Pizza Hut."The girl stopped crying and smiled, taking her mother's hand as they walked away.I
A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 8
Mom lay on the bed, her eyes vacant. When she saw me, her lips trembled."Arnold? Where's Arnold?""Gone," I said coldly. "He ran off with his girlfriend, taking every cent from the sale of that apartment you bought him.""No! That's impossible! He's the most devoted son—""Devoted? Mom, have you forgotten your own parenting philosophy? Quid pro quo."I packed her belongings, speaking unhurriedly. "You spoiled him endlessly since he was a child and gave him everything for free. You taught him that everything was his birthright. "When things come that easily, why would he ever cherish them? Why would he ever learn to give back? You're the one who raised him into an ingrate."She froze, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes and into her hair."What about you? I was so hard on you, so why are you helping me?""Because you taught me how to keep accounts." I stuffed her old clothes into a plastic bag and tied it off with a double knot. "You taught me that in this world, there
A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 7
I went back to my office, and the way my colleagues looked at me had shifted—there was a newfound air of somber respect. That afternoon, I took a leave of absence and went to the hospital.Mom was awake in her room. Her mouth was slightly crooked, and her eye was askew, but she was conscious.When she saw me, her eyes lit up."Emily, you're here," she managed to mumble, her words thick and slurred. I didn't sit down. I simply stood by her bed. "Arnold told me you need a hundred thousand dollars for surgery."She nodded with visible difficulty. "I know I was hard on you before, but I did it for your own good.""For my own good?" I smiled wryly. "Was making me wash the family's laundry while I had a high fever for my own good? Or tallying up my 'debts' the moment I regained consciousness after collapsing? Was that for my benefit too?"She averted her gaze. "That was to toughen you up.""Enough. You can drop the act." I retrieved a card from my bag and tossed it onto the bedsid
A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 6
Sure enough, Arnold lost his mind when he couldn't track me down. He actually showed up outside my office building, brandishing a glaring white banner that read, "Filthy rich Emily Baird abandons her ailing mother—where is the justice?"It was the morning rush hour. Passersby stopped to stare, their whispers carrying through the air. "She's all dressed up and successful, but look at the kind of person she really is.""Abandoning her own mother? That's just heartless."I stood in the lobby, watching the hysterical man through the glass door. It'd been ten years since I last saw him. He'd grown fat and sleazy, wearing a designer T-shirt and clutching the latest smartphone while putting on a performance of professional misery. The security guards moved to chase him away, but I stopped them."Let him make a scene."Then, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911."Hello, emergency services? I'd like to report a disturbance at the entrance of Aurora Tower. Someone is causing distur
A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later Chapter 5
"Get off me!" I roared, throwing my full weight to the right and using the momentum to slam Arnold against the wall.He let out a sharp cry of pain and immediately let go.But Mom had already latched onto my backpack. She clawed frantically at the zipper, trying to rip it open to get the cash inside. "That's mine! I earned that!" I shouted, finally losing my grip on my composure. With every ounce of strength I possessed, I yanked the backpack downward. At the same time, I drove my knee hard into Mom's abdomen.She let out a muffled groan and staggered backward, slumping against the stair railing. Her face turned a ghostly, sickly pale. Arnold started to lunge at me again, but I didn't give him the chance. I snatched up the metal box Mom had knocked aside and brought the heavy edge crashing down onto his foot. "Ah! My foot!" He collapsed, writhing on the ground in agony. I didn't stay to watch. I grabbed my backpack and bolted down the stairs."Emily, how dare you hit me!
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