Caged By My Devil Uncle

Helen’s pov

I know what’s going on when I see her embarrassed face. If Chris had money, she would not have gone to work part time for the past few years to earn money whenever he was free.

“Your sister has no money at all and often carries hundreds of dollars in street clothes. I have heard that your White family’s economic situation is very bad lately. This is not the place for poor people to come to, and you should not leave early if you lose face.” I didn’t expect Chris to have such a guide brother who spends money like water. Oh dear!

Chris’s Pov

“Who says we are poor? I have been buying clothes here all year. Helen, you should not pretend to be a giant in front of me. If your mother hadn’t climbed into your father’s bed as a mistress, you would not know where to lick the ashes now.”

Before I talked back, I heard Jim’s grandiloquence. I looked at Jim with some amazement. My brother really dared to say that.

Helen’s face changed in anger. “Jim, you little bitch, did not your mother teach you any manners?”

“If you want to talk about others, look at yourself first.” Jim looked at her contemptuously.

“Miss, pack up the clothes he’s wearing and the ones he asked for before, I wanted them all.”

There’s only one for each item of clothing in the store, Jim. “Helen, are you a slut? That’s my top priority. Besides, these are men’s clothes. How can you wear that as a woman?”

“Can not I buy them and reward my servant?”

The salesman looked at Helen very sheepishly. “I am sorry, Miss Helen, Mr. Jim picked this suit out first.” Jim is a frequent visitor here, too.

“Even if he did pick it out, he did not pay for it, did he? I am stuck here and I can brush my card right now.” Helen pulled out her VIP card.

Although the White family can not turn around, my parents are generous to this Jim and give him a lot of allowance every month, but Jim is a pain in the ass. As soon as the Warren money hit the White family account, my mom immediately wired Jim a million dollars. But I heard he spent it within a few days and now has no money left in his account.

“Mr. Jim, do you think you have anything else you like? If not, why do not you go to the checkout first?” The salesman urged me.

Jim looked straight at me and said, “Sister, go ahead and pay, I just want these two.”

I frowned. “Jim, you have so many clothes, so don’t buy these two. I don’t think they look good on you either.”

“I guess what does not look good is that you can not afford them.” Helen fanned the flames nearby.

“Chris, are you trying to give me a hard time? It’s only two clothes. Why are you being so stingy? Are you my sister or not?”

Jim even dropped the word sister and called me directly by name, and it was rare that he respected me since he was a kid.

“Jim, it’s not that I stingy, it’s just that I don’t have enough money on my card.”

“If you will not buy it for me, why did you promise to buy me clothes? Are you deliberately toying with me?” Jim flew into a rage.

“I tell you she has no money. The White family is so poor now they can not even afford two suits. It’s really pathetic.”

“Jim, let us go.” I really can not tell you how bitter I am, because all I said from the beginning was to take Jim to the second floor, and Jim also promised me that he was just trying not to buy anything.

Now it’s my fault, and I am being mocked by Helen. If I had known that, I shouldn’t have promised Jim.

“Chris, let me ask you again, are you going to buy this suit or not?” Jim is used to being “wilful” from a young age. He considers himself a younger brother and should be satisfied with whatever is asked of me since I am his sister, so he can not pretend right now.

“Mr. Jim, if you don’t buy it, we will have to sell it to Miss Helen.” Salesmen are also the types to have it both ways. Seeing that we can not afford it, they have to be quick to take Helen’s side.

“That is, beggars who do not have money should not” mess “with this store. Beggars like you can not come here. If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll take them, miss. Pay the bill.”

Helen’s pov

I played with my newly cut nails and my heart was proud.

Chris is a beautiful person with good grades and many specialties. A lot of boys have looked up to her in school, even that man.

I hated her for several years and tried my hardest to count her out, but I was not as happy as I am today when I punched her in the face.

After being called a beggar by me, Chris finally couldn’t help himself. “Helen, don’t go too far.”

“Overreach? Why don’t I know where I went too far? All I am saying is that if you have money, you can buy it now. Is not it beggary to have no money?”

I said it briskly, expecting her to have no money and me to punch her in the face like that.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“You….” I felt even prouder as Chris clasped her hands.

Chris’s Pov

Although I was born into a wealthy family as a child, I am not extravagant, and I don’t have a great need for material things. I am not as vain as Jim, he wants the best in everything. The White family can not turn around. I never complain, and I do not think that’s a bad thing.

There’s no money at home, so I can work hard to make money, but I should not be the laughingstock of others.