As soon as this was said, everyone laughed even louder.
It was well known that the current person in charge of the Jones Family was Rachel's aunt, Julia Jones. Although she was only five years older than Rachel, she was a person of high status who commanded respect when her name was mentioned. Not only was she cold and beautiful, but she was also devoted and infatuated.
After five years of marriage, no one had even seen her husband and daughter, who were kept hidden by her.
"Brother, you don't even think twice before pretending to be cool? We all believed you were dating a rich woman, but you actually said you were Rachel's uncle. You don't care about your dignity?"
Someone teased with a watch, "You know what, this watch is a replica, it must have cost a lot of money, Mike really worked hard to deceive Rachel."
Facing everyone's doubts and ridicule, I had no choice but to explain, "I didn't fake it, this watch is real..."
Before I finished speaking, I was slapped hard by someone unexpected and the burning pain instantly exploded on my cheek.
"Are you sick? Why did you touch my aunt? Everyone knows that my aunt loves my uncle the most. Would she want a second-hand product like you that even I don't want? Even if there is no mirror, she would pee and look at it. I hate rubbish like you who pretends to be thieves everywhere just to be jealous. I was really blind before and I actually fell in love with a man like you. It's really cheap!"
I covered my face and turned my head slowly. Maybe my eyes were too calm, Rachel suddenly turned her head away with guilt.
But Patrick refused to let me go, "Brother, Rachel is willing to let you be her lover even though she has lost her memory. It's fine if you are not grateful, but you actually want to harm her. You know that President Jones cares most about her husband and you dare to pretend to be Rachel's uncle. You are not just asking for bad luck for her. You are too selfish and vicious!"
Patrick was my stepmother's son. On the seventh day of my mother's death, even though we were still in the mourning hall, my father pressed my head to accept this brother who was one year younger than me.
He was like a lingering ghost, unable to tolerate all the beauty around me. He took away what could be taken away and destroyed what couldn’t be taken away.