Chapter 1192


    “Liam, this deal isn’t a loss,” his cousin said. “Sure, your folks‘ ce is in a prime location, but it’s only


    worth a fortune if it’s gonna get bulldozed. Otherwise, it’s worth peanutspared to your parents‘


    debt. Right now, you don’t have to cough up a single cent, you can still live in your parents‘ house, and


    the debt is all paid off. Sounds like a win–win, right?”


    They’d already asked around when they found Liam’s mom. If the house was to be demolished, it


    would rake in six to seven million, but if not, it would have no


    value.


    The amount of the IOU from the start was a bit higher, based on the potential value of the house after


    demolition.


    “You’re all a bunch of lowlifes! First, you snatched my parents‘ deathpensation, and now you’re


    taking my house. Who knows if you’ll take someone else’s pay and not even return the house?” Liam


    shot back.


    “We wouldn’t do that!” Abby insisted.


    “I wouldn’t bet on it,” Liam stood his ground.


    Abby pondered a bit.


    In a toss–up between a couple million and a multi–million property, she knew which side her bread was


    buttered on.


    “Tell you what, we’ll fetch awyer tomorrow and get the ownership all squared away, okay?”


    “What about my parents‘pensation?” Liam grilled.


    “You still want that dough?” Mathew blurted out angrily.


    Abby gave him a stern look then turned to Liam, “Thepensation they gave can’t cover your


    parents‘ debt to us, so thispensation…”


    Before she could finish, Liam cut her off, “If you don’t return thepensation, forget about it. You


    know whether my parents owe you money and how much you’re gonna squeeze out from the Jared


    family.”


    His aunt had been holding back her anger, but she was on the edge.


    After dinner Liam retreated to his room with his backpack.


    With his headphones on, he could still hear the quarrel outside.


    He couldn’t care less about what they were arguing.


    He knew when bigger stakes were at y, they would toss aside the less important stuff.


    He’d known them long enough to get the picture.


    Sure enough, just before bedtime, someone knocked on his door.


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    He didn’t respond.


    Abby pleaded outside, “Liam,e out. Let’s talk about thepensation…”


    Liam opened the door and stared at her.


    He was just a kid, but his gaze made her feel jittery.


    “Fine, we’ll return thepensation as you demanded, but… our living expenses these past two years


    weren’t exactly chump change.”


    “You can write an IOU,” Liam suggested.


    “Liam, we’re family. Why are you doing this?” Abby questioned.


    Liam chuckled, “Isn’t this what you taught me?”


    Abby was livid.


    “I’ll give you a day. If you don’t return the house andpensation, I won’t cooperate with you on


    anything,” Liam stated before shutting the door.


    Abby almost nose–nted the door, fuming with rage, and gave the door a hefty kick.


    But her anger was to no avail.


    The couple and their daughter gathered in the living room to crunch the numbers,


    “Even if we just take the house, we’re looking at twenty or thirty million. Liam’s mom and dad’s


    compensation plus this shabby house doesn’t even reach ten million. You still can’t make up your


    minds?” Their daughter exined patiently.


    She was dying to move to a swanky neighborhood.


    Living in a posh area would make it a heck of a lot easier to snag a wealthy partner than in this


    rundown alley.


    “Mom, Dad, no risk, no reward!” she pressed.