Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 4 - Throw Her Out the Window

“An Jiuyue, you're clueless about what's best for you. Isn't everything I'm doing meant to help you? If you weren't this unfortunate widow raising kids alone, do you really believe I'd want to stick around here?

Hmph, if selling Rong’er doesn’t suit you, loads of others would jump at the chance! You can't hold it against me for not offering you an opportunity!”

After a prolonged moment of indecision, she chose to intimidate An Jiuyue. The sudden terrifying shift in An Jiuyue had made her contemplate escaping.

Yet, upon reflection, reluctance gripped her tightly. She had pocketed the payment already, and now returning it would leave anyone furious!

“Then why not head to the village and inquire if anybody else wants to sell their kids, Aunt Wang?” An Jiuyue flashed a wicked smile.

“If checking with each person seems too tedious, how about I chat with the Clan Chief and the village’s Junior Officer? They could announce it throughout the village for you. Sound good?”

“You—”

Aunt Wang's rage stuck in her chest, leaving her terrified.

She targeted An Jiuyue’s child thinking the Chief and Junior Officer wouldn’t discover it, given how isolated An Jiuyue's home was from the village.

Should they learn she sold another family's boy, she'd end up empty-handed. The Chief's unyielding nature would surely banish her from An Clan Village.

“Fine, fine. An Jiuyue, you wretched girl. Can't you recognize when someone's trying to help? You gave me your word before, yet now you're reneging. Think I'm a pushover?

Believe I lack support at home? Just you wait! I'll get someone to haul Rong’er off to town… Ah! What's this?

An Jiuyue, you… Let me go! ”

Aunt Wang hadn't even completed her rant when An Jiuyue strode ahead, grabbed her by the collar, and headed straight for the window.

“Such a racket!”

Then, out the window she flung her.

This treehouse had come from her adoptive father. Though elevated off the ground, a fall from it typically caused only minor scrapes, nothing like broken bones or severe cuts.

Still, one must recognize boundaries.

“Ah!”

No thud of impact reached An Jiuyue's ears after tossing Aunt Wang out. Just a piercing shriek echoed instead.

A barrage of profanities erupted right after.

“An Jiuyue, how bold of you to hurl me like that? Attempting murder! Mark my words! I'll report this to the Clan Chief and get you expelled from the village, you witch!”

“By all means. We'll see whom the Chief trusts— you or me!”

From the window, An Jiuyue peered downward. There lay Aunt Wang in a pitiful mess, glaring back up at her.

“Aunt Wang, with the downpour so fierce, what brought you up the mountain? See, you tumbled right off. Do watch your step next time. This fall was minor, but another mountain trip could cost you dearly, perhaps your very life.

Perhaps you're tired of living. Sure, you're advanced in years, but you still need to tend to the elders and mind the young ones back home. Yet living beats dying any day. Suicide isn't the answer, is it?

Better rush back home now. I'll speak with the Chief soon and suggest he instructs your kin not to overwork you— it could cut your days short!

At your age, a few lost years might mean just months left, huh?

Take it easy from here on!”