Blink once, and it's the weekend again.

In just a few days, Donal Lewis's studies will end.

Dirk Carter also knows he's about to say goodbye to his leisurely days.

But surprisingly, the past few days have been calm both in the county and The County Committee, which Dirk finds a little unexpected.

The time when Catherine Sawyer was around.

The house was always neat and tidy.

Now she's been gone for just a while.

And it's reverted to the state of a single man's rented apartment.

Dirk couldn't be bothered to clean up.

In a few days, he plans to move into the house that Corrine Quance gave him. It's such a good place, why not live there, right?

He slept until noon.

After washing up, he was getting ready to go out and grab something to eat.

Just changed clothes.

Then he heard a knock on the door.

Who would come over at this time?

As soon as Dirk opened the door, a middle-aged woman stormed in.

Trailing behind her were a middle-aged man and a young man.

After entering, the middle-aged woman glanced around the messy living room, disdainfully threw the jacket Dirk left on the sofa onto the floor, then sat down boldly.

"Sit down, what are you standing there for, with that useless look of yours? Your nephew's house is just like your own, isn't it?"

The middle-aged woman said to the middle-aged man who was shrinking to the side.

The man chuckled and sat properly on the sofa.

As for the other young man, he sat on the sofa armrest, casually picked up an unopened pack of cigarettes on the tea table, and lit one up directly.

This series of actions was done smoothly.

Making Dirk seem like the outsider.

"Dirk, come, sit down."

The middle-aged woman beckoned with her hand and said.

Dirk felt a headache coming on.

The silent middle-aged man in front of him was Dirk's uncle, his father George Carter's own younger brother Teal Carter.

Teal Carter wasn't exactly a simple farmer.

He worked in the county's water conservancy bureau, but in his lifetime, he never made a splash, retiring as just an ordinary bottom-level cadre.

The middle-aged woman named Phoebe Sutton was Dirk's aunt, the head nurse of the obstetrics department at Stillwater County Hospital before her retirement.

As for the young man smoking, of course, that was Dirk's cousin, Ramirez Carter, a year younger than Dirk, who after serving in the army for two years, came back to be idle and lazy, basically a good-for-nothing.

Someone couldn't help but ask.

If Dirk had a close uncle and aunt, why was he adopted by Dylan Tate after his parents passed away?

Logically, he should have been raised by his own family.

In Dirk's memory.

Uncle and aunt were nothing good.

While his parents were alive, they often visited their home, leaving with big and small bags each time, but once his parents passed away, Phoebe Sutton was the first to jump up and say they couldn't afford to support Dirk's college education.

Dirk vaguely remembers.

The funeral of his parents was hosted by his uncle and aunt.

George Carter and his wife had practiced medicine all their lives, making many goodwill ties, so many mourners came, and quite a bit of monetary gifts were received.

But all this money, Phoebe Sutton pocketed under the guise of keeping it safe for Dirk.

Later, when Dirk thought of asking for some money for college living expenses, Phoebe Sutton told him the money had been used up, saying it was used to buy a house for his then 17-year-old cousin, and that they currently couldn't produce the money.

This is the reason why.

Dylan Tate took Dirk away.

Over the years.

These people had never appeared in front of Dirk.

He didn't expect.

After so many years.

They would appear again, even coming to his rented apartment.

Speechless.

Dirk sat down facing them.

He asked, "Is there something you need?"

"Dirk, I heard you've become the secretary to the county committee secretary?"

Phoebe Sutton's face was filled with an unprecedented smile.

Dirk nodded and said, "That's right."

"Good, good, you're promising. I saw your potential from a young age. Like father like son. Someone in the Carter Family can finally hold up the honor."

Phoebe Sutton said.

Dirk knew they weren't here for good intentions.

So he simply remained silent.

Phoebe Sutton chuckled and said, "Dirk, we're family, and family shouldn't talk like outsiders. We've come to you today with two requests."

"Go on."

Dirk, also wanting to end this meeting quickly, said expressionlessly.

Phoebe Sutton said, "The first thing, it's about your cousin's job. You see he's tried several jobs, but hasn't found a satisfactory one. Now that you're the secretary to the county committee secretary, arranging a job should be as easy as saying a word, right?"

"And the second thing?"

Dirk asked.

Seeing Dirk didn't refuse, Phoebe's face lit up with delight as she continued, "The second thing, Ramirez has recently found a girlfriend and they're at the marriage discussion stage. The girl's family is asking for a dowry of 300,000. We really can't come up with that kind of money, so we're seeking to see if you could help. I see that you're not in an ideal situation either, so we won't make it difficult for you. How about this: you, using your position as the county committee's secretary's secretary, guarantee for Ramirez at the bank for us to take a loan."

Dirk frowned.

He asked, "The first request I understand, but the second I don't get. Uncle and Aunt are also public employees, wouldn't it be the same if you guaranteed for Ramirez? Why me?"

Upon saying this.

Phoebe Sutton's face turned a bit sour.

Teal Carter, who had been silent, resentfully said, "Isn't it all your aunt's fault? In recent years, the loans we guaranteed for Ramirez's business ventures have gone all bad. Now the two of us are blacklisted and can't guarantee for anyone."

Oh.

So that's the story.

Dirk internally sneered.

The previous business loans hadn't been repaid, and now they wanted to take out another bank loan. Weren't they essentially pushing him into the fire pit?

"Uncle, Aunt, I'm afraid I can't help with these requests for now, but..."

Being asked by elders, Dirk couldn't outright refuse, he initially planned to say they'd need to wait for a while until his current job became stable. However, before he could finish, Phoebe cut him off, "Dirk, that's just not right. We are family, and you won't even help your family? What kind of person does that make you?"

He was originally holding back his anger.

Phoebe's words completely ignited Dirk.

He suddenly stood up.

He said, "I'm not a person? Aunt, ask yourself with a clear conscience how you treated me after my dad passed away. What? You're going to talk to me about family love now?"

"How did we treat you? We hosted the funeral, what more do you want?"

Phoebe Sutton also stood up and asked.

Dirk sneered and said, "What about the money? Did you give it to me?"

With this question.

Phoebe Sutton's face turned beet red.

She said, "We organized the funeral, so naturally, the money was ours. You were just a little kid back then, what did you know?"

"Fine, since Aunt says so, I'll be frank. I won't help with any of these requests. I think you got the message, right?"

Dirk said gritting his teeth.

Phoebe Sutton was not to be trifled with.

She grabbed the ashtray from the table and threw it at Dirk.

If Dirk hadn't dodged quickly, there would've been bloodshed today.

The ashtray hit the TV across from them with a clang, shattering the screen and falling to the floor in pieces.

"Will you help or not?"

Phoebe Sutton angrily pointed at Dirk's face and asked.

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