uncle's House is your home

Rachel stared at her uncle's departing figure in shock, tears streaming down her face.

Her uncle had referred to the baby as a wild child, not a bastard. Did he always think of her as a wild child deep down?

Now he was only angry that she had embarrassed him, not that she had been taken advantage of by someone else! No one cared that she was sad and helpless to the point of wanting to die.

Her world was crumbling bit by bit. She had felt so helpless and scared at the time, but who would care?

Her father, her mother, and now even her uncle didn't like her. No one in this world liked her!

Nora was even more annoyed to see her father leave like this. Her own father would beat her to death if she had done something like this, but he was only treating Rachel like this.

Rachel was just a wild child that her parents didn't want and had sent to live with them! Nora felt jealous and couldn't help but want to speak up.

But then she saw Rachel's murderous gaze.

Rachel really wanted to stab Nora with a knife and dig out her heart to see if it was black.

She was her sister!!! Why could she treat her like this?!

But Nora was her uncle's only daughter!

Nora was scared and swallowed the words that were about to come out, but she smirked as if she had won a battle.

Rachel stumbled out of the door, not knowing where to go. The road ahead was so long, and Nora's laughter was so piercing.

She moved out of her uncle's house and dropped out of school to rent a house outside.

She had considered getting an abortion. After all, she was only eighteen, so young with a bright future ahead of her. But Rachel couldn't bring herself to do it. The baby growing inside her was a part of her, and despite her young age, Rachel could feel her presence. It was a miraculous feeling.

She didn't have a father, but she had a mother! Rachel was determined to be there for her baby, unlike her own mother, Ophelia. She wanted to love her unborn child just like her grandfather had loved her. She would be her own flesh and blood.

And so, Rachel began her life as a working mother. As time passed, Cora grew up, and Rachel no longer harbored any resentment towards her uncle. He had only done what he thought was best for her.

**Present day.**

Thinking back on those memories, tears welled up in Rachel's eyes. "Oh, Uncle, is there something you need?" she asked, trying to hide her emotions.

"Are you doing well?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of hesitation and concern.

"I'm doing fine. I work for a big company now, as a white-collar worker. The job is easy, the pay is good, and the benefits are great." Rachel smiled, but her eyes were dim.

It was the job of her dreams!

"What about the little one? Is she doing well?" Her uncle hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Cora? She's doing great. She's well-behaved and obedient."

"That's good to hear, that's good to hear," said the uncle with relief. He was happy for her when she said she was doing well.

"Well... will you come back for your grandfather's anniversary next month?" The uncle paused and asked.

"Grandpa!"

The mention of her grandpa made Rachel's heart ache even more, and memories from deep within flooded back, becoming clearer and clearer.

Since she could remember, her grandpa was the only one by her side. She only knew about her parents from what others told her. Her mother, Ophelia, was beautiful but lazy, with high expectations and low abilities. She wanted to marry a wealthy man, but ended up with a son-in-law introduced by her grandpa.

Her mother looked down on her father and they often fought. Later, her mother left with another man and they got divorced. After the divorce, her father took all the valuable things in the house and left. Her mother also went to another city and never came back. Rachel was only two years old at the time.

When she was young, her grandpa was very good to her, so good that she felt it didn't matter if she had parents or not. Nora was even jealous of her. She had the best food and clothes, and could eat any fruit or snack she wanted.

However, many children in the neighborhood still looked down on her and called her a wild child that nobody wanted because her father didn't want her and her mother didn't love her. Rachel got into fights with other kids because of this.

"Don't listen to them. Grandpa wants you," her grandpa would always say, feeling sorry for her when he saw her bruised and swollen face.

"Yeah, I have grandpa," she would reply with a smile, not wanting to make her grandpa worry.

Thinking of her grandpa, Rachel's eyes became moist. She wiped them casually and said, "I'll see when the time comes."

She missed her grandpa very much, but she didn't want to go back on the anniversary of his death. She didn't want her grandpa to see her in her current state, nor did she know how to face her uncle.

Uncle didn't even know that it was Nora who drugged her.

"Well, take care of yourself and come back to visit more often. Uncle's house is also your home," Grady emphasized.

"Okay, thank you," Rachel felt warm inside hearing her uncle say that.

After hanging up the phone, Rachel felt a little uneasy.

"Rachel, what's wrong with you? Why isn't this coffee cup clean?" The store manager, Barrett, frowned unhappily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Rachel immediately apologized when she heard that the plate wasn't clean.

She was indeed a little distracted just now.

Rachel looked up, reached out her hands, and took the snow-white coffee cup from Barrett's hand. There was a slight stain on the handle, which was not noticeable if one didn't look closely.

But they were one of the top high-end coffee shops in Blackwood City, and everything had to be spotlessly clean.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Rachel lowered her head in embarrassment.

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