Sure enough, my mother called me early the next morning.
She seemed like a different person, and asked me loudly, "Why is there no money in your bank card? Why are you so selfish?"
"Mom, I'm still in the hospital."
She paused for a few seconds, and then David's voice came from the phone.
"Dora, I'm telling you! If you don't give me the money, you'll suffer the consequences."
I didn't flinch and yelled at him.
"David, I'm making this clear today. Don't even think about taking a penny from me."
7
After that, the Smiths seemed to have disappeared.
I had a pretty comfortable time until I saw David and my mother at the door of my house.
After all that time, he was not crippled.
I clenched the pepper spray in my pocket and stopped three feet away from them.
They stared at me fiercely.
Then he threw a stack of letter paper at me.
"This is a detailed list of your expenses from childhood to adulthood. We don't ask for anything else. Just return the money to us."
I turned directly to the last page, and the total was 300,000 dollars.
I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. It was exactly 300,000 dollars to pay off his debt.
I threw the so-called "bill" in his face.