I quickly called to find out what happened at home, but no one answered the phone, and nobody answered my messages.
I forced myself to calm down. I remembered that Uncle's family was very close to our house, so I hurriedly called Uncle, but Uncle told me that nothing had happened at home.
I was not reassured and begged him to go home and take a look.
Although Uncle was impatient, he still agreed to go and have a look.
After confirming that there was really nothing wrong at home, I felt relieved, but I began to wonder why my mom called for so much money.
Soon, I knew the answer.
The next day, I saw my brother posting a property certificate on Instagram, with the caption: 24/Downtown/160 square meters/Fully Paid.
I, who was working overtime at the company, felt my blood rush to my head and blacked out.
When I woke up again, my colleague had already sent me to the hospital.
I thought I had just fainted from anger. Seeing my worried colleague sitting next to the hospital bed, I was very embarrassed and quickly said, "I am fine and can be discharged now."
My colleague, however, rushed to stop me from getting up and hesitated, saying, "Nico, why don't you call your family?"