Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’s Pov

“It’s so late, my sister hasn’t come back yet, I afraid she won’t come back.” This is my brother Jim’s voice.

“She is really unruly. Today our relatives and friends came, but they didn’t come back. This young master of the Wilson family doesn’t know the rules, and Chris doesn’t know the rules either?” Uncle Habert’s impatient voice came.

“That is, this is really a married daughter like water poured out. Once you are married, you won’t even come back to your family. Gina, don’t learn from your sister in the future.” That shrill voice is Great Aunt Folina.

“Call her and tell her that if she does not come back today, she does not need to come back.”

That’s my father’s voice. Even though I knew they had not liked me for a long time, it still hurt me when I heard their words.

I didn’t expect that when I came back, I did not hear laughter, but everyone’s complaints.

The people who had been chatting before immediately fell silent when they heard my voice, putting on one loving expression after another.

“Chris is back? Come on in.”

My relationship with my parents has always been tenuous, so I’ll be renting a house as soon as I go to college.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long, there’s a bit of a traffic jam on the road.” Although I am a little unhappy in my heart, I can understand their impatience in waiting, so I don’t blame them.

“No, no, we just got here. By the way, why did you come back alone, where is Mr. Warren?”

The White family is on the verge of bankruptcy. If Warren’s $30 million had not enabled the White family to keep the business going for a while, the situation is still not good, and it must continue to inject capital if it is to continue.

The crux of the matter is that for the past five years, the White family has been borrowing from all the people who can borrow money. The business seemed to be cursed because it was losing money on everything and the borrowed money was wasted.

They finally found such a good marriage to sell me that of course they are going to snatch that cash cow away from the Wilson family.

“Mr. Warren has not come back, has he?” Big aunt’s smiling face instantly turned black.

“He ….” I wanted to say he stopped the car, but I was afraid they would wait a long time for me to come back quickly. Now it looks like they don’t welcome me at all.

“Chris, why didn’t Mr. Warren come? He didn’t come back to our family, which makes it clear that he didn’t pay attention to our White family.”

“Did you do something to offend him? Getting married to a man is not as comfortable as it used to be at home. Listen to the Wilson family, you know?”

“Chris, say something!”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Everyone was talking at me, full of accusations, very different from how I had even imagined my return to the family after marriage. Everyone was pointing fingers at me.

“Who said I would not come?” Suddenly, a male voice came from the door. I turned and looked at the door.

Warren walked in backlit, the sun casting a soft glow on his white dress.

He is tall, with infinite grace in every step and a shiver on his handsome face.

Warren’s view

At that moment, I was just glad I had come back. The little woman bombarded in the middle looked so miserable she could not say a word.

“Brother Warren.” Chris came quickly toward me.

Her voice, Brother Warren, immediately softened my cold heart, and I just wanted to protect her.

“Mr. Warren is here.” The group of respectable villains immediately gathered around me.

When I thought of discussing marriage, Chris’s parents talked about conditions like selling their daughters, and none of them were good for their daughter. I gave tens of millions, and the White family did not even buy her a decent dress, so they really sold their daughters.

In my eyes, this is a group of street people.

Chris came here to talk to him about money. If Chris was not willing to stay out of my business and agree to a sham marriage, I would not want anything to do with the White family at all.

Later, after becoming friends with Chris, I realized that Chris was different from the White family, and my impression of them slowly changed.

“Chris is already a member of my Wilson family, and only I have the right to scold them in the future.

Chris’s view

Being protected by Warren, a trace of feeling rose in my heart at this moment.

Ever since I was a child, my status in the White family was very low, so low as to be expendable.

I do not know why. My parents like my brother more because we are both leaders. When I argue with Jim, no matter whose fault it is, my parents scold me first.

I study hard and think about if they will like me a little more when I am better. I am proud to show my parents my study papers, and they are still not too happy.

But once Jim improved even a little bit, they jumped and screamed for joy, celebrating for Jim.

Ever since I was a kid, I was taught to let my younger brother go first. Jim is smaller than me, so I should let him go first and spoil him.

I am not displeased, I just take it for granted.

My relationship with my parents has always been tenuous, so I rented a house as soon as I went off to college. Growing up, no one cared about me or cared about my feelings, and I never experienced the feeling of being protected.

The heart that has been neglected for a long time has been warmed by Warren’s concern.

“Mr. Warren, you have got this wrong. We are the ones who least want to scold Chris? We just asked her a few words when we thought you had not come.”

Everyone was showing kindness to Warren, one by one, and I do not want to say much about these kind of double-faced people.

“Sister, you are back at last. I have missed you so much. I have a lot to say to you.” Jim took my hand with a familiar look.

From my impression, this younger brother was never this intimate unless he had something to ask me.

I was pulled aside by him, Jim. What had happened?

“Sister, how did your uncle treat you?”

“Quite well.” I said casually.

“Sister, give me a hundred thousand dollars, I want to buy something to wear. I have not had any clothes lately.” said Jim, pressing me.

“A hundred thousand? How can I have that kind of money? I gave my mother all the money Warren gave me.” I have not been working a part-time job lately, so how can I have that much money right now?

“Elder sister, do not fool yourself. My brother-in-law is so rich that I only want 100, 000 from you. Do you have the heart to let me wear such tattered clothes?” Jim looked unhappy and blamed me.

The clothes on his body had clearly been bought new by her when I had gotten married not too long ago, but I had not bought anything, and Jim did not like that at all.

“Jim, are not your clothes nice?”

“No, it is not. You do not know that the students in our class laugh at me for not dressing well all day. Elder sister, it’s very simple if you go to your husband and ask him for 100, 000. You do not want me to be bullied and scorned at school, do you?”

Warren and I are a nominal couple. Even if we really are married, how can I just ask him for that kind of money?

I can not tell the White family about my arrangement with Warren so my parents do not have to worry about me. I have thought about it. I still have $8, 000 on my card.

“Jim, I can not ask your brother-in-law for money, but if you want to buy clothes, I can buy you some.”

As long as I do not go to expensive malls, I should still be able to afford a piece of clothing.

“Then you should tell me earlier, let us go to the mall now.” Jim attended an aristocratic school. What everyone cares about is not grades, but how they compare to others. Who wore new clothes, who had new hairstyles, and who bought limited edition jewelry.