The bald young man snatched the contract from Hannah Han and let his eyes shamelessly wander over her. "Pretty lady, take a good look. That's Han Dayuan's signature and handprint right there. Don't say we're being unreasonable—we're giving you one day to move out. By this time tomorrow, we'll be back to take the apartment!"
"You're lying! I don't believe Old Han would do something like this!" Jenny Han screamed, unable to accept the news.
The bald man sneered, "It's all there in black and white—how could it be fake? Besides, the money from selling the apartment? We've already handed it over to Han Dayuan. Not that there's much left now, after his losing streak!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! That contract can't be legal!" Jenny Han cried, lunging forward to grab the contract from the bald man's hand.
But the thug was ready. He quickly pulled his hand back, folded up the contract, and stuffed it into his pocket, then snarled at Jenny Han, "Old hag, you really don't know your place! Believe it or not, I'll throw you out right now!"
"Waaah!"
Jenny Han covered her face and squatted down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Hannah Han felt a wave of bitterness in her heart, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She was completely disappointed in Han Dayuan now—he'd sold their only apartment. What wouldn't he do next?
"Mom, stop crying. From now on, you and Akang will come live with me in Riverstone City. If Han Dayuan likes gambling so much, let him die at the table!"
"Hannah, how can you say that? He's still your father!" Jenny Han looked up at her daughter, tears in her eyes.
"Mom! Even now you're still defending him? Did he ever think about you or my brother? He sold our only apartment—you're about to end up on the streets! How can you be so blind?" Hannah finally lost her temper, unable to hold back her anger anymore, and shouted at Jenny Han.
Jenny Han was stunned—she never expected her usually gentle daughter to get angry like this. After a long silence, she stubbornly replied, "But he's still your father. No matter how wrong he is, he's still your dad!"
Her mother's words only made Hannah angrier, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, I'm so disappointed in you. Don't you see? If you hadn't always indulged him, he wouldn't dare go this far. He knows that no matter what he does, you'll always forgive him! What you're doing isn't kindness—it's hurting him! Can't you understand?"
...I...!" Jenny Han opened her mouth but couldn't find words to argue with her daughter. Deep down, she knew Hannah was probably right, but Han Dayuan was still her husband—how could she just abandon him?
"Hannah, why don't we give your dad one more chance? Please, I'm begging you!"
"Auntie, Ms. Han, now isn't the time for this. I think the most important thing is to bring Uncle Han back!" Ian, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up.
"Ian's right. Let's find your father first!" Jenny Han nodded in agreement, then turned to the bald man and asked, "Brother, do you know where my husband is?"
"Of course I know, but why should I tell you?" the bald man said playfully.
"Brother, I'm begging you—please tell me, okay? I'll be grateful!" Jenny Han grabbed the bald man's hand, asking excitedly.
"Get lost, old hag! I'm not interested in you!" The bald man shoved Jenny Han away, but luckily Hannah caught her before she could fall.