The gold was divided among them.

Uncle's family has two daughters, so they got the most. But the second uncle's family only has one daughter, and his wife passed away before the incident in our family, so they got a little less.

On the other hand, my extremely arrogant aunt got more, because she has a troublemaking son.

She is the person I hate the most. During the dispute over my father's compensation, she slapped my mother hard several times, even stepped on her, and spat in her face with great audacity.

This is also what caused my mother to be depressed and die.

I hate her and wish for her family to be destroyed, to apologize to my mother.

The past flashes before my eyes but is suppressed deep in my heart. I can never forget the vivid and tragic scenes.

I eagerly await, why haven't they died yet!

I want them to die horrible deaths!

Actually, the gold they took back quickly led to trouble.

The first to run into trouble was my cousin, because he spent the most lavishly.

My cousin, always doted on by my aunt, would agree to any request. After the gold was taken back, my cousin immediately cashed in a lot, buying a BMW.

Accustomed to poverty, he becomes extravagant and arrogant as soon as he has money.

My cousin, with his new car, took his friends to a karaoke bar that night and, after drinking too much, suggested driving on the highway.

His friends did not discourage him but rather got into the car joyfully.

The car soon raced on the highway, and my cousin grew more and more excited. Beneath the influence of alcohol, he lost control of the car and crashed into a guardrail.

He was not wearing a seat belt and was thrown out of the windshield, then hit the front of an oncoming truck.

His brain burst instantly. When he fell to the ground, he was run over by the heavy truck, leaving him completely disfigured.

It was said that when he was lifted from the road, his body was in pieces.

One dead, two injured, he was entirely to blame.

"My son!"

At the funeral, my aunt fainted several times and went crazy, rolling on the ground and pounding her chest.

When I went, I had a dark smile on my face.

"You deserved it!"

"At my mother's funeral, you were so happy, and now your son dies so tragically!"

As you sow, so shall you reap. It's all his own fault.

But I still endured the smile, attending my cousin's funeral. "You go outside..."

When my aunt saw me, her pale face twitched uncontrollably, as though she was about to break her teeth.

"If it weren't for your gold, my son wouldn't have..."

"It's fate. My cousin likes to cause trouble when he's drunk, and this isn't the first time. It's a pity he didn't live to spend the money!"

My words deeply provoked her.

It seemed she wanted to rush over and tear me to pieces.

"You did it on purpose, just to harm my son. The gold is something you..." She was extremely angry, wanting to blame my cousin's death on me, but suddenly stopped.

Because I looked straight at her young grandson, reminding her of the source of the gold, a promise she made never to reveal.

After my cousin died, her only thought was for her good grandson. For this child, my aunt swallowed her anger and held it in, feeling like her chest was about to explode.

As I watched her unable to catch her breath for a long time, I felt a hint of pleasure from my revenge.

But this was not enough, far from enough!

More terrible things are definitely going to happen.

I didn't continue, but rather went outside to join the others for the feast.

Next to me were several brothers-in-law who were completely indifferent to my cousin's death. Instead, they joked with me, saying, "Why are you attending the funeral if he's dead? Have you forgotten how he treated your family?"

I smiled and said, "So many years have passed, I don't hold grudges anymore!"

After hearing this, they thought I had truly cultivated a detached and serene mind.