Making a Comeback

Chapter 11 Bought a New Car

Around six o'clock in the evening, Ysabella walked out of Jenkin Group and saw Tyrone leaning on a new white BMW. Flashing her a bright smile, he waved at her.

Puzzled, she walked over. She was instantly attracted to the elegance of the car model and admired it as if it was a piece of art. She walked a full circle around the car while asking, "You drove this here? Who did you borrow it from?"

"I bought it. Full payment."

"Oh. Full payment."

When Ysabella snapped to her senses, her eyes widened in shock as her voice shot up several octaves. "What? You bought it, and you even paid in full? Tyrone, now that you have some money, you've started to spend like a rich man, huh? I haven't even finished savoring the joy of getting that money, and you've already spent it on a luxury car? You! You—"

In the end, she was speechless. With nowhere to vent her anger, she pulled his ears.

"Ouch! Honey, it hurts! It's not expensive at all! It's the standard model, and it only costs 400 thousand dollars after all the procedures are done. Before you married me, you said that the white BMW was your favorite, and I still remember it after all this time. I've owed you this gift for three years, and now I can finally give it to you."

Hearing that, Ysabella loosened her grip and felt a weird, sweet, yet bitter feeling in her heart. She pursed her lips as she looked at Tyrone. Just as tears were about to fall from her eyes, she pushed him away.

"Fine, I'll let you go this time. But there will be no next time! We still have a life to live, and we must be smart with our finances."

Then she snatched the car key and got into the car excitedly. Under her colleagues' admiring gazes, she started the engine.

"Hey! Honey! Wait for me! I didn't ride the scooter here! I can't go home if you don't take me with you! Honey!"

After Tyrone got into the car, they didn't go home. Instead, Ysabella drove around on the streets. It had been her dream to drive a BMW, and now her wish had come true. Of course, she wanted enjoy the BMW's excellent driving quality and revel in the sense of superiority it brought her.

Their drive lasted until 10 pm that night. After Ysabella had had enough fun, she drove home and parked the car at the entrance. As she did so, she wondered how she should interrogate Tyrone.

After all, he'd been useless for three years, and the fact that he'd been able to secure a VIP customer like Cole was still unbelievable.

Just as they entered the house, they saw boxes and suitcases in the living room. There was also a packed-up mattress and blankets. Instantly, Ysabella's good mood was ruined. Was her family so eager to kick them out?

Then she glanced at Yannick, Yvan, and Belinda, who were watching TV in the living room. Pointing at the suitcases, she asked, "Dad, Mom, Yvan? What's the meaning of this?"

"What? Nothing. Didn't we tell you to move out with that bastard last night? Since you guys came home late, we decided to help you pack." Yvan acted dumb.

"You! Dad, we can move out, but there's no need to be so extreme, right? Is that woman going to move in tomorrow? Besides, we'll need some time to find a place. You guys are really going overboard with this!"

Yannick stared at the TV silently. In the end, his words stunned Ysabella. "Her family is coming over to look at the house, and they have no idea that you and that useless bastard have been staying here. So you better move out quickly. Oh, your room will be turned into a study, and the renovation starts tomorrow."

Ysabella stared at her father in shock, realizing she couldn't utter a single word in protest. At this point, she didn't want to fight anymore and even started to question whether she was their biological child.

How could they kick them out tonight for the sake of a woman who wasn't even a part of their family yet? She'd never thought that any parent could be so cruel.

All this time, Tyrone had been watching everything silently, and his expression was cold. After three years of living together, he knew Yannick favored his son more than his daughters, but he hadn't expected things to get this bad.

"Ysabella, since they don't want us here, let's go. Don't worry, our lives will get better; I can guarantee that." Tyrone tugged Ysabella's hand gently as he spoke sincerely.

Hearing that, Yvan laughed before mocking him. "Guarantee? You're a useless fucker who depends on our family. What can you guarantee? Don't you feel ashamed for making such a grand promise? Leave right now! I don't want to see you anymore. Having such a useless brother-in-law like you is embarrassing. I even have to avoid seeing people because of you. I can finally be rid of you, so fucking leave!"

"No matter how useless he is, at least he doesn't leech off his parents!" Ysabella shouted before pulling Tyrone to move their stuff into the car. After today, she was completely disappointed in her family.

Looking at them moving the boxes outside, Yvan smiled, thinking, "At least you two are sensible. So what if I leech off my parents? You guys don't even get to do that. I bet you guys are secretly jealous of me."

Suddenly, Belinda felt sorry and got up to help them. She even suggested calling over a moving truck.

"It's fine. We have a car. We'll never use anything from this family in the future!" Ysabella shouted.

"You have a car?" Belinda was shocked.

Yvan laughed hatefully. "Mom, don't listen to their lies. Car? I bet it has two wheels."

Tyrone sneered. "Sorry, it's four wheels, and it's a BMW."