Je me suis mariée avec l’oncle de mon fiancé

The words "Funds Successfully transferred" popped up on the screen, just like how it did in my past life. I stared at the screen for a long time. Then, I dialed Dad's number.

"Dad? Did you receive the money I just transferred to you?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied, his voice low and muffled. I couldn't tell how he was feeling at that moment.

I pressed on. "How much did you receive?"

Dad's voice turned cold.

"You're the one who transferred the money to me. What's the point of asking me about it?"

"I just want to know exactly how much was transferred," I replied, gripping the phone tightly in my hands. I said cautiously, "I transferred 5,000 dollars to you. Did you also receive that much?"

There were at least five seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

"So, that's what you mean."

Dad laughed for a very long time. Finally, he said, "It's 5,000 dollars."

I wanted to ask him even more, but he interrupted me and said, "I've got other things to do. Talk to you later."

Then, the phone went dead.

I gripped the phone in my hand, feeling a wave of unease washing over me.

I tapped into my bank app and pulled out the bank transfer records over the past three years, and it was stated there that I had successfully transferred 5,000 dollars to Dad, Dan Hudson, on the 15th of every month.

I had never skipped a month for that long. I also thought about going to the bank to double-check the records there, but the bank was already closed by now. So, I could only go and check there tomorrow.

The next day, my phone rang as soon as I woke up.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Gavin Hudson? Your father just passed out from severe hypoglycemia. Please come to the hospital as quickly as possible."

My mind went completely blank.

Hypoglycemia? Passed out?

Things were still happening the same way as they did in my past life.

"What's the matter with my father?"

"He's currently out of critical condition, but things aren't looking too well for him."

Then, the doctor's tone turned stern. "I'm asking you, how exactly have you been taking care of your elderly father as his son?

"Do you even know just how malnourished he is? He's 5'3", and yet, he weighs only a little over 70 pounds! He's literally starving to death!"

Starving to death?

Those words struck me in the chest like a sledgehammer.

"No, how's that even possible? I just transferred 5,000 dollars to him yesterday…"