Linda said indifferently, "There's no room for you in the house. Figure it out yourself."

I laughed in anger, saying, "This is the house I bought. There are three bedrooms and one living room. In the end, how come I don't even have a room?"

Linda stood up abruptly, saying arrogantly, "What? Is your house so great? Are you saying so to drive me away?"

"Yes. All of you have the same surname. I'm the only one with a different surname. Should I leave since you all gang up on me?"

She walked out with a big belly.

My mom saw it and went to stop her hurriedly.

"It's snowing heavily. She's still pregnant. Don't do anything to harm the baby."

My mom was anxious, sweating profusely. It took a lot of effort for her to persuade Linda to come back.

My dad suddenly walked out of the room, looking at me with a frown.

"This house is small. In a few months, we'll have one more mouth to feed. If you come back, there won't be enough space left."

"If you come out a year later, we will have time to figure things out."

My dad's words made me heartbroken.

But he had always favored boys over girls, and I had long been used to it.

What made me feel a sense of belonging in this family the most was my younger brother, who was closer to me.

I wanted to see his attitude.

"Julia, you're out of prison!"

My younger brother came back from outside, carrying a lot of things.

At the sight of me, he looked pleasantly surprised.

Based on my experience of observing people's words and expressions in prison, he seemed exaggerated.

He seemed to be acting.

But I didn't think much of it. My younger brother was still the same. He must be very happy to see me.

"Yeah, I'm out. Why did you buy so many things?"

I went forward to help him.

Linda walked quickly towards me and suddenly stood in front of me.

"Don't move, these are all things bought for the baby. Don't touch them."

I withdrew my hand awkwardly.

To ease the awkwardness, Asher smiled and said, "Julia, this is for your unborn nephew."

"There are several bags of diapers, more than ten pieces of clothes, a baby stroller, and toys..."

He talked a lot. Then he picked up these things, went straight to the baby's room, and piled them in.

"Mom, there are still some at the entrance. Move them in."

When everything was moved in, it piled up.

I was a little surprised, wondering why he had bought so much baby stuff.