“Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Grandma,” Sonny said politely, looking up at Old Mrs. Brown.
She reached out and gently stroked his head, her voice soft with guilt. “Sonny, we didn’t treat you well in the past. We were wrong, and we’re sorry. But we’ve learned from our mistakes. We’ll never hurt you again.”
The elderly couple lived on a small pension, just a few thousand dollars a month. Hank also sent his mother two thousand every month to cover groceries, so they rarely touched their own savings. What little they received, they managed to save.
Back then, Chelsea constantly found ways to take money from her parents. Hank didn’t mind—he was a senior manager pulling in over a hundred thousand a month, with bonuses and kickbacks. Supporting his sister seemed natural. There were only two siblings, and Hank had always been generous with her.
But life changed. After the family faced one crisis after another, Hank ended up driving for a ride-hailing service to make ends meet. When he was nearly killed after being stabbed by Jessica, his parents spent almost everything to save his life. Their savings were wiped out. Only in recent years had things started to stabilize.
Zachary had stopped targeting Hank long ago. After all, Hank was Sonny’s father. No one wanted to make things harder for Sonny.
Chelsea, however, never stopped asking for money. But Hank’s affection for his sister had worn thin over the years. After repeated arguments and his father’s firm stance, even his mother finally stopped giving in.