"He even bought me a pair of shoes today. What about you? You never think of us."

I felt a rush of anger.

My parents passed away early. I've always treated my in-laws as my own parents.

I had given them thousands during holidays, up to tens of thousands yearly. Yet, to her, it didn't compare to a pair of shoes.

Was it because I didn't give? No, it's because she never used what I gave her and scolded me for wasting money.

"Mom, you can't spoil him like this. It will ruin him. Those things he bought can still be returned!"

Amelia looked displeased. "What's wrong with him spending some money? I don't mind the 500,000 dollars!

"But you left Louis alone in the hospital. How do you justify that?

"Instead of wasting time here, you should be finding more money!"

Amelia blocked me from confronting Roy and blamed me instead.

With Amelia backing him, Roy was arrogant and showed no remorse.

This was my son. If I didn't educate him properly, he would be ruined! At such a young age, spending 500,000 dollars so casually. What would happen in the future?

I pushed Amelia aside and grabbed Roy, who was trying to escape. I yelled. "Roy, return those things or face the consequences!"

Roy struggled and slammed me into the wall. My head throbbed with pain as I stared at him.

Surprisedly, Roy looked at the wall, then said firmly, "Dad, Grandma agrees. You should listen to her!

"I won't return the money. Others have limited-edition shoes and branded backpacks, but I have nothing. Dad, you always want me to study well and improve my grades, but how can I study with nothing?

"You and Mom are incompetent and can't spend much. I won't live like you."

He picked up his phone and went to his room. I wanted to chase after him but heard Amelia crying outside. "Oh, James is going to kill someone."

She sat on the ground, refusing to get up. "At my age, I can't even let my grandson spend some money. I might as well die."

I endured my headache and helped Amelia, saying, "Mom, 500,000 dollars is not a small amount. There should be limits to spoiling him."

But Amelia still sat on the ground, refusing to get up. "If you keep after Roy today, I won't get up."

"Mom, we need to pay for Dad's surgery today! He can't wait any longer!"

"That's your problem. You can't even gather such a small amount for surgery, yet you're always busy with work. I'm ashamed to tell anyone!"

Helpless, I called my wife.