Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 400

At this time, Sienna thought of her appearance when she was in school. Because she had been spoiled by her family since she was a child, Sienna had always been self-willed and ignorant. Since the incident between her and Jonah, it was rare for her to show such a look. Naturally, she couldn't bear to refuse her.

I thought for a moment and said, "I want to talk to my uncle."

"Is it meaningful to talk about it with you? It's meaningless." Sienna did not agree with my suggestion at all.

"But we can't talk about it. After all, we are relatives. If we cut off the relationship between relatives like this, I will be sad. I believe that my mother doesn't want me to do this."

"But the problem is that your uncle and the others don't think so. They don't treat you as a relative anymore. If they regard you as a relative, how could they do such a thing? It's like kicking you when you're down," Sienna said angrily.

"Maybe they really lack money," I comforted myself.

In addition to this simple and direct statement, I really couldn't think of anything else that could make my uncle ask me for money.

In fact, if they really needed money, they could tell me clearly that I could help them. After all, the hundreds of thousands of yuan that Harrison gave me was not enough. If they needed relief, I could give it to them.

But if they wanted to use this method to ask me for money, I would never agree.

Because Sienna couldn't convince me, she had no choice but to let me go to replace my uncle and the others, but she insisted on coming with me.

In the taxi, I looked at Sienna, who was sitting next to me, and said, "You and I have nothing to do. I just want to talk to them. It's not a quarrel or a fight. You need to stop me." "If I don't stay with you like this, you will be bullied to death," Sienna said rudely.

Hearing this, I was speechless for a moment, so I simply sat in my seat and did not speak. Anyway, I would leave after talking to my uncle. Sienna just had to sit at another table and did not speak. If Sienna spoke, I was really afraid that they would fight.

When I reached the entrance of the neighborhood where my uncle lived, I called him and told him that I was waiting for him at the coffee shop at the door. It took me about five minutes to get there. I looked at my uncle, who was full of vicissitudes of life, and whispered, "Uncle."

The look in his uncle's eyes avoided me. He only gave a soft 'hmm', indicating that he had heard me.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked.

Uncle looked up at me and quickly lowered his head. He shook his head and said, "No need. It's not easy for you to earn money. Just tell me directly what you want from me." "Since you know it's not easy for me to earn money, why did you do that with my aunt, Ning Jiayi?" I whispered.

I sat in my seat and looked at my uncle across from me. Just then, I saw his hands clasped together. He rubbed his hands back and forth, feeling very uneasy.

In fact, I don't understand why he is so uneasy. Shouldn't I be the one who is uneasy now? I should keep an uneasy mood every day if I can get money from my relatives.

But her uncle didn't look like he was putting on an act.

Picking up the teacup, I took a sip and asked softly, "Uncle, it's not because you have some difficulties, so you need money."

"There's nothing urgent that needs money. It's just that it belongs to us," his uncle said bluntly.

"It belongs to you?" Hearing this, I laughed.

"If this house belongs to you, I will definitely give you all the money without saying a word. But the problem is that this house does not belong to you. I believe that uncle knows the truth better than I do." His uncle suddenly looked up at me. "Chelsea, in order to get the money, you would rather lose us, your relatives. Do you have a conscience?"

"Why can't I get through it? Why can't I get through it? It belongs to my mother and me. Why can't I get through it?"

His uncle turned his head and said in a low voice, "I know we are sorry for you. When your mother was sick and you begged us, we didn't give you a penny. But it will be too difficult for us to get enough money."

"It's all in the past. We don't need to mention it anymore." At this time, I really wanted to cry, but in order not to hear it, I had to lower my voice.

Now that this matter was brought up, I really didn't know how to answer. If I said that it was not my uncle's fault that he didn't help at that time, it would be impossible.

I've always said that I was lucky to meet Harrison, but if I didn't meet him, what would my mother do?

"I've experienced too much. It's hard for others to do it, but difficult for everyone to do it, so I don't want to say much."

"If it was someone else, I might say it. It doesn't matter if I don't have money. After all, it has nothing to do with them. But when this person was replaced by my uncle's family, I couldn't say these words. Because I knew that they had money, but I didn't want to lend it to me. In fact, I was afraid that I couldn't return it."

My mother passed away. How could I have paid such a large sum of money? You have the right not to lend it to me, and I have the right not to forgive them.

"Uncle is right, because you are really sorry for my mother. After all, he is your only sister," I said slowly.

My uncle looked at me and argued, "But you can't blame me for these things. It has always been your aunt holding the money. I really can't come out." "That's why I didn't blame my uncle, didn't I?" I asked.

"If you don't blame me, you should give us half of the house's money. But you don't want to do it now. Don't you blame me?"

I burst into laughter when I heard that.

What logic is this? Why do I have to give him the money if I forgive or don't blame my uncle? Who set this rule?

Looking at the frowning uncle opposite me, I was disappointed and sad. If I didn't guess wrong, he must be very anxious now. He was anxious to answer me and whether he would give me money or not. "But why should I give him money? Is it because he is my uncle that I want to give him money? When my mother was in the hospital, my mother was still my uncle's sister. Why didn't my uncle give me money? Didn't he want to save my mother?"

I admit that I was upset about the fact that my uncle's family didn't lend me money. I also believed that as long as it was someone, they wouldn't easily forget about it. After all, life was a matter of life and death.

Looking at my uncle on the opposite side, I took a sip of tea and said slowly, "That house is where my mother and I have lived since we were young. It has all the memories and beauty of us. I don't know what the relationship between uncle and that house is, but I believe that even if there is a relationship, it has nothing to do with me."