His nephew's words left Keeley completely stunned. He couldn't process what was happening.

Just last night, this same nephew had been the picture of devotion, promising to make him his favorite eel noodle soup this morning. How could he have changed so drastically overnight?

Could it be? Had Caitlin been right all along?

Was Sloan's kindness just a performance to get his money?

The moment the last million was transferred, Sloan had shown his true colors.

No. It couldn't be. This was his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. They were connected by family ties. Sloan would never do something like this.

Keeley struggled to compose himself. He looked up at his nephew and asked, "S- Sloan, are you telling me to leave?"

"It's not that I'm kicking you out, but with Hazel's parents coming, we just don't have the space. I have no choice," Sloan replied. "Besides, your other brothers were all begging to have you. It's not like you have nowhere to go. Why should you fight with Hazel's parents for a room?"

Keeley's heart felt as if it were being squeezed in a vise. His eyes turned red with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Sloan, a person has to have a conscience! We agreed that I would stay with each of you four brothers for six months at a time. Now that you have my money, how can you go back on your word?"

The one thing Keeley never wanted to relive was the day his stepchildren had thrown him out of his own home. He would never forget that scene after his wife died. From that moment on, he had sworn to himself that he would never again be dependent on anyone's charity.

That was why he had planned to return to his roots in his old age, to come home and retire peacefully. He had thought that being thrown out by his stepchildren was because they weren't blood relatives. He believed that living with his nephews wouldn't be the same as living on charity. After all, he and his nephews were true family.

But he had never imagined... never imagined that his heartfelt trust would be repaid like this.

It was laughable. Utterly laughable. Keeley felt like a complete fool. A total idiot.

Sloan's patience snapped. "Uncle Keeley! Get this straight, you didn't just give the money to me! My

brothers all got their share! Siconet

they took your money, they have an obligation to care for you! And another thing, Hazel is her parents' only daughter. When they come to visit, I can't just kick them out, can I?"

The old man had nine million, and he had only gotten three of it. Did he really think that for three million, he could just freeload in their house for the rest of his life? Not a chance.

Keeley was trembling all over. "So you can't kick them out, but you can kick me out? Sloan, look in the mirror and ask yourself, is this something a human being would do?"

Keeley couldn't believe it. He had poured his heart and soul into caring for his nephews, and in the end, he was being thrown out just the same.

Three million dollars! A full three million couldn't even buy him a place to stay. How tragic. How pitiful.

Taking a deep breath, Keeley said, "If you want me to leave, fine! Give me my three million dollars back!"

If Sloan was going to disregard their family ties, then he wouldn't hold back either. Give the money back?

Sloan rolled his eyes. "Uncle Keeley,

don't forget, you gave me that

money of your own free will! What's

given to me is mine? You want

back now? That's impossible. What do you think this is, a children's game?"

"That's right!" Hazel appeared at his side, hands on her hips, looking every bit the village shrew-a stark contrast to the kind, devoted woman of the past few days. "Uncle Keeley, Sloan is your blood nephew, and you don't have any children of your own. Legally speaking he's entitled to a share of your assets! Do you really think you can get that money back? Let me tell you, it's impossible!"