Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System
Chapter 272: Limit

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Limit

Jean kept going, her voice shaky. "Don’t tell me you’re really planning to let me stay here alone while my husband and kids sleep in the street..."

Olivia rolled her eyes so hard it looked like they might get stuck.

"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath.

She was just about to open her mouth again when Theodore put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head.

"Let the adults handle it," he said quietly. "It’s their problem."

Olivia folded her arms and looked away. "If I don’t say something, this woman’s gonna bring her entire ancestral family next. Great-great-grandpa included."

Adriana let out a small laugh and quickly covered her mouth. Lucas pretended to fix his shoe so he wouldn’t start laughing too.

Meanwhile, Jean kept staring at Mary, blinking like she was about to cry.

"Mary, please..."

But Mary had had enough.

"I gave you two nights," she said in a cold voice. "Take it or leave it."

Jean clenched her teeth but kept smiling. "I’ll move in then," she said sweetly, but in her mind, a completely different plan was forming.

Just wait, she thought. Once I settle in here and act sweet, I’ll slowly bring my husband back too. Then the kids. And I’ll make sure to take some groceries back for them while I’m at it. Free food, free house... this is perfect.

She looked at Mary with fake affection. "You’re so kind, Mary. Truly kind."

Then her eyes fell on the grocery bag in Mary’s hand. Without waiting for permission, she reached out and asked, "Oh, what did you bring today?"

Mary didn’t stop her. She just stood still as Jean opened the bag.

Inside was... bread. Just a plain loaf of bread.

Jean stared at it like it had personally insulted her. She looked ready to scream.

But before she could even open her mouth, Olivia stepped in with a huge smile.

"I asked Mom to bring bread," Olivia said proudly. "Just bread. Because I care."

Jean turned to Olivia slowly, her eyes full of pure rage, like Olivia had just betrayed her in the worst way possible. Like she had become her mortal enemy.

But Olivia didn’t stop smiling.

"I mean, Aunt Jean," she continued sweetly, "I’ve seen your weight. And I really care about your health. So I thought... why not help you lose some pounds? Bread is perfect! No oil, no cheese, no wings!"

Jean bit her lip so hard it almost bled. She turned to glare at Mary.

’Has she been telling her kids about me?’ she wondered. ’Did she tell them how I used to call her stick-skinny and flat from all sides? Did she say I mocked her in front of everyone?’

Back when they were kids, Jean used to tease Mary constantly—called her too skinny, said no boy would ever like her, and then turned around and called her flat.

Now, the tables had turned. Jean had become the one everyone whispered about, the one guys called "fat behind the back."

That night, after dinner, when Aurora came back home, Olivia grabbed her by the arm and pulled her aside.

"You won’t believe what happened today," she whispered, and then told her everything—every detail about Jean, the food, the fake tears, and of course, the bread.

Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Bread? Seriously?"

Then she went to her room and opened her laptop. She didn’t like having strangers in the house—especially ones like Jean. People who were never around when her family was poor, and now showed up with fake smiles just because things were better.

I need to know who this woman really is, she thought. This is different. She’s not just annoying—she’s suspicious.

She started hacking into Jean’s background. It wasn’t hard.

Soon, she discovered a lot more than she expected.

Mary had grown up in a house with seven children. Their parents were strict and always favored the boys. The daughters barely got any food or proper clothes. Mary, being the smallest and most outspoken, got punished the most.

They locked her in dark rooms for arguing. They didn’t feed her. She was malnourished, weak, and lonely. Jean, her older sister, used to leave her a few crumbs—not out of kindness, but to laugh at her.

Mary survived on those scraps.

Even when Mary tried hard to be good, her parents never gave her anything. She had to work part-time, and even then, her parents took the money. It was her friends—especially one kind girl—who helped her stay alive by sneaking her food.

Jean, despite her attitude, had given her food too. Not with love, but with cruelty. It was still help, but the kind that left a scar.

Aurora leaned back in her chair. ’Jean’s one of those grey people,’ she thought. ’The kind who help you just enough to keep their power over you. Not truly good. Not truly bad. Just... twisted.’

’Fine, she decided. I’ll tolerate her for two days. Then I’ll give her some money and send her away.’

With that, she left her room and went to find her parents. She stopped just outside their door when she heard them talking.

Mary was speaking softly. "I feel bad, Adam. I’m sorry for letting my sister stay here. I didn’t mean to bother you."

Adam’s voice was calm. "Mary, you can invite anyone you want. This is your home too. If you want, I’ll build you a whole mansion just for family visits."

Mary laughed, a little teary-eyed. "You’re so dramatic."

Then she looked up at him and asked, "By the way, why didn’t you shake hands with Jean?"

Adam paused. "Are you mad about that?" he asked, his voice nervous.

Mary shook her head and hugged him. "No. Just curious."

Adam hesitated, then said quietly, "I... didn’t like how she was looking at me."

Mary pulled back and stared at him, then burst into laughter.

"You’re so innocent," she giggled, hugging him again.

Adam smiled, but he was still serious. He didn’t trust Jean, and Mary could see that he was trying to be careful not to upset her.

Aurora stood outside the door and smiled softly.

She’d seen many relationships that were cold or fake. But her parents? Even with their messy pasts and small arguments, they loved each other deeply.

The next morning, around five o’clock, Aurora woke up feeling thirsty. The house was dark and quiet, everyone still asleep. She slipped out of her room, yawning, and made her way to the kitchen to get some water.

As she stepped into the dining room, she paused. There was a shadowy figure near the fridge.

Aurora’s sleepy eyes narrowed.

She didn’t panic. Instead, she calmly reached out and flipped on the lights.

She wasn’t dumb—she didn’t walk up to the figure. She stood at a safe distance, ready to shout if it was a thief or a stranger.

But when the lights turned on, the figure froze.

It was Jean.

Aurora blinked. Jean blinked back. The older woman looked surprised, like a raccoon caught stealing in someone’s backyard.

Jean quickly recovered and gave a small smile. "You must be Aurora, the one Mary was talking about."

Aurora tilted her head and smiled politely, but there was a sharp edge to it. "And you must be the Jean Mom told me about."

Jean’s smile faded a little. She heard the sarcasm. She didn’t like it.

She crossed her arms and said in a scolding tone, "Young lady, that’s not how you speak to your elders. Your manners are really lacking."

Aurora laughed softly, her eyes cold. "And I don’t need lessons in manners from someone who wasn’t around when we were struggling to even eat."

That was it. Jean’s face turned red, like a cat whose tail just got stepped on.

She shouted, "I didn’t know, alright?! If I knew, I would’ve helped! I’m a very kind person!"

Aurora rolled her eyes and ignored her yelling. She looked at the plastic bag sitting on the dining table.

It was full of groceries—bread, butter, a pack of frozen dumplings, and some cheese. Things that clearly needed cooking.

She raised an eyebrow. "So, why are you near the fridge with a grocery bag full of our food?"

Jean blinked. She clearly hadn’t expected to get questioned this early in the morning.

"I-I was just feeling hungry," she said quickly. "I thought I’d take some snacks to my room."

Aurora tilted her head again, amused. "Butter and raw dumplings are snacks? You gonna eat frozen cheese too?"

Jean looked away, embarrassed. "It was dark. I didn’t see properly. I’ll put them back."

Aurora nodded, still holding her water glass. "That would be appreciated."

Then she calmly filled her glass with water and started drinking, not taking her eyes off Jean.

Jean stared at her, clearly uncomfortable.

Aurora smiled slightly and said in a quiet voice, "And don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. After all, it is embarrassing, isn’t it?"

Jean understood right away.

This wasn’t kindness. It was a warning.

Aurora had caught her. And if she dared to do anything like this again, Aurora would tell everyone.