Arthur Rodriguez and his wife were in the living room watching the news.
The heartwarming scene of the couple made Amalia's mind recalling the images of their family of four having fun together.
those heartwarming scene didn't belong to the original owner; it was an atmosphere she couldn't fit into no matter how hard she tried, as she had been rejected from the very beginning.
"Amalia, why are you back? Weren't you out having fun with Alex and Grace?" Arthur Rodriguez turned his head upon hearing footsteps, and seeing Amalia returning alone.
Mrs. Rodriguez cast a faint glance at her, her lack of expression revealing that while they were on the same side as her children, she privately held no affection for Amalia, mainly because Arthur Rodriguez had cautioned her.
"They're still at the club, playing with friends. I came back early because I wanted to talk to you about something, Uncle." Amalia tugged at her tightly buttoned collar gently.
The clothes she was wearing didn't quite fit the original owner's physique; they were all sent by Mrs. Rodriguez.
They were either a size too big or a size too small, but the original owner never made complained about it.
Arthur Rodriguez raised an eyebrow, not because of Amalia words, but due to her attitude and tone.
It was as if she had suddenly gained confidence, and her gaze became firmer, with a touch less warmth.
"What are you going to say to me?"
Arthur Rodriguez always felt that his niece's temperament had changed after she went out for a trip.
"I want to move out from this house."
Amalia's understatement was like throwing a bomb into the seemingly calm water of the Rodriguez family.
"Why did you suddenly have this thought? Did someone say something to you?"
Arthur Rodriguez's gaze shifted to Mrs. Rodriguez as he spoke.
Having been a couple for decades, Mrs. Rodriguez immediately understood his husband gaze.
She then stood up to make a call, and summoning Alex Rodriguez and Grace Rodriguez to go home.
"No one said anything to me. It's just that my parents taught me from a young age to live up to my conscience. Uncle has treated me very well, but I can't keep bothering you like this. In fact, I've been working and saving some money for a year. I can totally stand on my own now." Amalia got straight to the point, and caught Arthur Rodriguez off guard.
"Are you working? Doesn't your aunt give you pocket money every month? If it's not enough, you can talk to your uncle. There's no need to move out," Arthur Rodriguez didn't want her to move out; he wasn't accustomed if things were slipping out from his control.
"The pocket money from my aunt is being kept in an account, and it was untouched. Due to my parents' teachings, I can't use others' money without a clear conscience. Thank you, Uncle, but my decision is final," Amalia said calmly.
She was just informing, not asking.
"How could your uncle be considered 'others'..." Arthur Rodriguez saw a stubbornness in her eyes, which reminding him of his late sister who had run away from home.
She had been just as determined as her.
She wouldn't chage her decision once it was made.
"Are you really going to move out?" Arthur Rodriguez asked with a serious expression.
Amalia nodded.
This decision had been made since she inheriting the memories of the original owner.
In the Rodriguez family, she couldn't accomplish anything.
The Rodriguez family, including Alex Rodriguez and his sister, as well as the household staff, looked down on the original owner very much.
Everytime they entering the original owner's room, they never bothered to knock first; they just walked in, and completely disregarding the original owner's personal privacy.
Taking a deep breath, Arthur Rodriguez said, "If you move out and endure hardships, I won't feel at ease. How am I going to explain to your parents when I see them in the future?"
"My parents have also said that facing some hardships while young is nothing, and the true wealth comes from the struggles. I'm not a child anymore, Uncle, so you don't need to worry about me," Amalia lowered her eyes.
The original owner's fathersaid this and her biological parents had also spoken similar words to her in her previous life.
Arthur Rodriguez could see her firm attitude.
He know whatever he said to her, it wouldn't change her mind.
She is really look like his sister who had died at young age.
"Fine, I'll agree to it."
"Sir, you..."
Mrs. Rodriguez heard her husband's words whe she come back and her brows furrowing in confusion.
She couldn't understand why her husband had gone to such lengths to bring Amalia back, only to now agree to let her move out.
Arthur Rodriguez raised his hand to stop her from speaking, and addressing Amalia instead, "Uncle respects your decision, but there's a condition. Wherever you move to, you must inform your uncle. You'll need to check in with me every day to let me know that you're safe. It's too late today to move out; the earliest you can do it is tomorrow. I'll help you find a place to stay."
Amalia nodded, "Alright."
The so-called 'checking in' was just a way for Arthur Rodriguez to keep track of her whereabouts.
With the approval granted, Amalia returned to her room.
Leaving behind Arthur Rodriguez with a gloomy expression, and Mrs. Rodriguez who was anxious and uneasy.
With Amalia acute hearing, she could even hear Mrs. Rodriguez pleading with Arthur Rodriguez from the upstairs hallway, asking him not to scold the children too harshly when they returned.
Given Arthur Rodriguez temper, that was out of the question.
A good situation had been turned into a mess because the two of them.
Grace Rodriguez, who had been the instigator, received a slap from Arthur Rodriguez that night, and filling the Rodriguez family's residence with cries and screams.
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