the return to home 2

Jin raised his finger towards the doctor to silence him, then said,

"Mother, don't worry. I'll make sure to reward the doctor later. He's a kind man. Not only did he insist on giving us a house, but he also invited us to a lavish dinner to welcome us. Isn't that right, doctor?"

"Dinner, yes, yes. You are invited to dinner tonight. I must go; I'm very busy."

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, and as soon as he stepped outside, he hurriedly ran away. The mother crossed her arms and spoke in a firm voice,

"Young man, what did you do to the doctor to scare him like that? The miser who is known for his stinginess would never lend you a house and a spiritual medicine."

Jin smiled as he saw his mother's angry face.

'She is an amazing woman. Even though she can't see, she managed to figure it out. Maybe I should think of a better lie.'

"The truth is, I caught him harassing one of his patients. The house and medicine are the price of my silence. And don't object; it's not right to refuse gifts."

The mother sighed, dissatisfied with the situation, but she couldn't help but calculate the benefits of the gifts in her mind.

"Mother, Mother, where are you? I'm thirsty."

The little girl's voice made the mother's heart leap. Her daughter, whose voice had been a whisper due to her weakened body, was now shouting with strength and vitality. Indeed, as they say, spiritual medicine works miracles, but she didn't expect the results to be this fast.

Jin approached his little sister Mei and examined her, finally sighing in relief.

"She's fine. The fever is gone. With rest and good food, she'll recover quickly."

Tears of joy streamed down the mother's cheeks. Finally, her daughter regained her health on the same day her son returned. The family was finally reunited.

The seven-year-old girl was still pale and unable to stand, but she had regained some of her vitality thanks to the medicine.

Her wide brown eyes curiously stared at the boy with snow-white hair, just like her mother's, and she asked,

"Mother, who is this short old man?"

"Old man? Who's the old man?" Jin shouted, annoyed.

"Your hair is white, so you're old."

"Your mother's hair is also white. What do you say to that?"

"Hey, how dare you say that about my mother? Everyone agrees that my mother is the most beautiful woman in the city."

Haha haha, the mother laughed out loud at her children's conversation, and finally, she introduced him, saying,

"Mei, this young man is your older brother Jin. He has returned from his journey."

"Brother? You're my brother Jin? Why did you become old? Are you strong? Can you defeat Luna's brother? She always boasts about her fighter brother."

"Calm down a bit. You're still tired. You need... Oh, she's fallen asleep again."

When he tried to stand up, he was surprised by a small hand gripping his thumb tightly. He looked at his hand and then at the little girl who was talking in her sleep.

"Don't leave... Mother will cry... Stay and play with me."

Gently, he pulled his thumb from her grip so as not to wake her.

"Yay, my brother defeated your brother... Luna, my brother is the strongest."

Mei's sudden shout made Jin's heart skip a beat. His body tensed in surprise, but seeing her sucking her thumb, he couldn't help but laugh until tears streamed down his face.

'Was I just laughing?'

Jin asked himself and spent minutes staring at the little girl sleeping on the cold floor. The warmth he felt and the spontaneous laughter he released meant only one thing: it was the warmth he had been searching for.

'That old fool, who would abandon such a family?'

He turned to his mother and spoke in a firm voice,

"Mother, trust me. You need to move from here. This damp and cold shack won't help her recover. And as for your debts, I'll take care of them."

Faced with his insistence, she had no choice but to agree, thinking with a smile on her face that her son, whom she had lost as a child, had returned as a man.

In the largest house in the village, Noble Monroe was tapping his foot on the ground nervously. He was tall and bald, in his fifties. His irritable mood made his chubby servant so anxious that he began to stutter.

"S...s...sir, the boy has money, so..."

"And who cares about the money, you fool? I paid the doctor multiple times the amount and threatened him to keep the girl sick. Damn my luck.

Eirene was what I wanted. The most beautiful woman in the city would have been mine if not for her damned son's appearance."

"Sorry, sir, you misunderstood me. I meant to say that we can increase her debt by adding a zero or two to the debt note, especially since she coincidentally lost her half."

It was customary in business transactions and loans to write notes mentioning the names of both parties and the amount. After signing and stamping, each party would take half of the note as a contract and a means to ensure each party's rights.

If one party lost their half, they had no one to blame but themselves.

The chubby servant pulled half of the note from his pocket and handed it to the noble, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. All he had to do now was increase the note's value tenfold.

"You're using that head for something other than bowing. You've surprised me. This time, you deserve a generous reward."

The noble opened his safe and pulled out a bag of money, throwing it towards the servant. But unexpectedly, the servant didn't move an inch, letting the bag fall to the ground. He simply stared at the noble with cold eyes, surrounded by an aura filled with killing intent.

The noble took a step back, shouting,

"What happened to you? Why are you staring at me like that..."

Whoosh

Monroe didn't finish his sentence as he felt warm blood gushing from his neck. Instinctively, he tried to stop the bleeding by pressing on his neck artery, his eyes searching the traitorous servant for an explanation. His pupils dilated as he saw thick white smoke rising from the servant's body, shrinking to reveal a fourteen-year-old boy with white hair.