Sylvia was frozen in disbelief. Did Eric just ask her to settle down with this ordinary life instead of aiming for something greater? It was unimaginable for her nature to accept such an idea. She had never considered what her life would be like after these three years.Settle down!?While Sylvia didn't hate Eric, it didn't mean she had any romantic feelings towards him either. She had cried out of concern when he was sent to the ER after the knife attack, but that was the extent of it."Are you kidding me?" Sylvia rolled her eyes. "You may think you won't find a better deal than me, but I still have plenty of options."Now it was Eric's turn to feel awkward and self-conscious. Her response reminded him of Sylvester, tall and handsome with a well-toned physique. Could that be her type? Did she already have someone she liked? But why did she propose they get married if that were the case? Was there some complication preventing her from marrying the person she liked?God, this was a
"Things were already difficult enough when my mom was pregnant with Elly. They had to borrow everything they needed, like bowls and spoons, from my granduncle. They even borrowed $200 from him, which was all they had to start with."Grandpa gave them around 3335 square meters of land, and my parents cleared the rest to create what we have today. Eventually, it became officially ours once my dad obtained the rights to own it."Sylvia felt appalled upon hearing that. She had heard stories from her subordinates about how being the eldest child in a rural struggling area often meant facing hardships for no reason other than being the eldest. It was common for the younger siblings to receive nicer things while the oldest child got the short end of the stick.She was surprised to learn that Eric's father had also faced the same situation. Life must have been tough for his parents when they first started their lives together after marriage.As Eric talked about this piece of history, he r
Delilah McGee, Eric's aunt, poured two glasses of refreshing lemonade for Sylvia and Eric. Lemonade was a popular beverage in the area, especially during the punishing weather. Its ability to quench thirst and refresh was unparalleled.However, neither Eric nor Sylvia took a sip."Uncle Richard, the door was broken when I arrived—" Eric said, but Richard quickly interrupted him, "It happened yesterday, kid. The thief probably targeted your house because no one has been living here for a while. I reported it to the police, but we're not sure what the thief took. I don't think it was anything valuable if anything at all."Eric's lips tightened. "It's the land ownership certificate, Uncle Richard. It's gone!""What?" His uncle's face turned pale. "Why on earth would a thief need that?"Eric shook his head, puzzled. "I don't know. Dad always kept it in the drawer next to the bed. I searched everywhere it could be, but it's just not there!"Richard grimaced. "This is bad. The official
Eric had no idea about the schemes of his uncle and aunt.At that moment, he was rushing toward the village hall. Seeing that Eric was driving a bit fast, Sylvia said, "Slow down, Eric. The road ahead is narrow!" Eric slowed down and said, "I'm sorry. My emotions got the best of me. Land means everything to farmers. If my dad loses the land certificate, it's all over for him!"Sylvia pressed her lips together and stayed quiet. She understood Eric's worry.They had sold pigs, cows, horses, and poultry, gathering just over 3,000 dollars. This amount couldn't even buy Sylvia a bottle of foundation. This money probably represented a whole family's assets in the countryside. It made sense why he felt so anxious.They soon reached the village hall.Hank was sweeping outside when he noticed a fancy black car pulling up. He put down the broom and approached. Seeing Eric step out didn't surprise him. He knew Eric's life had improved since his visit to Eric's father in the city."What
Eric was taken aback. 'Uncle Richard lied to me?' Before heading to the village hall from Richard's house, Eric had thanked him sincerely.Meanwhile, Sylvia frowned, saying, "There's a 4-dollar difference per kilogram, adding up to over 3,000 dollars for more than 500 kilograms! And that's only for the pigs. We haven't even talked about the cow and horse!""You sold the cow and horse as well?" Hank asked, "How much did you get for them?""1,200 dollars for the cow and 800 dollars for the horse.""What?" Hank was shocked, "Eric, your uncle clearly swindled you. I've seen your cow and horse. That cow is large, and it has a calf. It could easily fetch at least 1,800 dollars. And where can you buy a horse for 800 dollars these days? Even a strong horse costs around 2,000 dollars. How can your uncle act so shamelessly? First, I'll make out a certificate for you, and then we'll confront him about this!""Or... maybe we should just let it go." Eric shrugged.Settling the matter with R
"Hmph!" Hank huffed with a cold tone. "Lately, pork prices have been around 6 dollars, yet you fed Eric the lie that it's just 2 dollars! You've made a profit of 4 dollars per kilogram!"And what about the cow? You sold it for 1,200 dollars, even though it was pregnant? Would you do that if you were in his shoes?"And the horse! Less than 800 dollars? Rickard, how could you take advantage of Eric's absence from the village to deceive him about the prices?"Richard's panic grew. He had secretly taken a significant amount from Eric, exploiting his nephew's lack of knowledge about market prices.Initially, he planned to ensure that if Blake suspected something and questioned him later, he could say he had already given all the money to Eric. This would leave Blake unsure about whom to trust. Blake would then hesitate to ask about the money. But he didn't expect Eric to reveal everything to Hank."I... I..." Richard stuttered. Eventually, he said, "I earned those, right, Delilah?""Y
Hank received a call after resolving the matter between Richard and Eric.Once the call ended, he turned to Eric, saying, "I'm sorry to ask, but could you give me a ride back to the village hall? The survey team is arriving soon."Eric nodded immediately. He would have offered a ride even if Hank hadn't requested it.They passed Hank's house on their way, and Eric pulled over."Why are we stopping here? I need to get to the village hall," Hank inquired.Eric smiled and took out a carton of cigarettes from the trunk. He then said, "Mayor Jenkins, I didn't bring much when I returned, so I have this for you.""I appreciate it, but I can't accept it," Hank declined politely. "It's too kind. Helping you with your matter is part of my job as the mayor. I can't take this."Eric returned the carton to Hank and insisted, "Please, Mayor Jenkins, accept it. There's a difference between personal matters and work matters. When you visited my dad at the hospital, that was personal. It's separ
Hank was well aware of what Richard had in mind, so he barked, "What are you talking about, Richard? If this plot doesn't belong to Blake, then who does it belong to? You?" "Yes!" Richard replied, gritting his teeth. "It's mine. Just put it under my name.""How could you…" Hank was furious.He turned to Miles and said, "Mr. Upshur, don't listen to him. This plot belongs to Blake Johnson."Frowning, Miles said, "Since there's a dispute, we'll hold off on measuring this specific plot for now. We'll measure Richard Johnson's part first."Mayor Jenkins, please ensure that Blake Johnson applies for the certificate again. We'll come back in a couple of days. Otherwise, there's no other solution."Hank pointed at Richard, his finger trembling. "How could you do this, you rascal? You're ruining our village's reputation!"Richard remained indifferent toward Hank's comment. Standing beside Eric, Sylvia could not stand Richard anymore and asked, "Is your uncle always like this?"Eric s