My Ipad was Stolen, But My Family Blamed Me for It

"At my company's annual party, I was lucky enough to win an iPad. Overjoyed, I rushed home to tell my mom. The next morning, my sister-in-law, Dora, knocked on my door. "Hey, could you give that iPad to your nephew, Mark? He's been needing one for his studies, online classes, and assignments. You know how it is. You don't have kids, anyway, so it's not like you'll need it. Just hand it over, okay?" I refused. What I didn't expect was the entire family turning against me over a single iPad. "You're living off this family after your divorce, and you can't even spare a free iPad for your nephew?" "Ungrateful brat! Good-for-nothing freeloader!" "I'm not your brother anymore. Get out of this house!" Later, I did move out, but they begged me pitifully, asking me to come back. Chapter 1 "Emily, you know how hard your brother works. Mark just started high school this year, and the academic pressure is immense. We don't have extra money for tutoring classes. That iPad would be perfect for him; it's great for online courses and practice exercises," Dora said, gripping my hand with a face full of earnestness. I hesitated. "But I need it, too..." "What could you possibly need it for?" she interrupted, patting the back of my hand dismissively. "Watching videos? Scrolling through apps? You can do all that on your phone, can't you? Mark is at a critical stage in his education. Shouldn't his aunt give him a little support?" The iPad I won at the company's annual party was the latest model, one I'd been wanting for a long time but couldn't afford. I wasn't about to hand it over without good reason. "Dora, why don't you check second-hand platforms? You can find good tablets for a fraction of the price," I suggested. "What?" Her eyes widened, appalled. "His classmates all have the newest models. How do you expect him to hold his head high with some second-hand junk? He's a boy; his pride would be crushed!" She shot me a withering glare. "Are you trying to embarrass your nephew on purpose?" Dora felt distressed that my brother worked too hard, yet when I recommended a cheaper one, she doubted my intentions. My patience snapped. "Then, buy him a new one yourself!" Her tone changed immediately. "Why should we spend money when there's a perfectly good one sitting right here? It'd be such a waste! And anyway, you got it for free. Giving it to Mark wouldn't cost you a dime. Don't be so stingy. We're family! "And look at you now—divorced, no husband, no kids. When you're old, you'll have to rely on Mark, anyway!" I laughed coldly, "I'll pass." Then, I slammed my bedroom door in her face and left for work. Chapter 2 After my divorce, I moved back to my parents' house, thinking it would give me some support while juggling work and the legal battle. Dora, however, was less than thrilled. My old room had been turned into a storage space, and she was livid when I started clearing it out. "You don't need all that space to sleep," she snapped. "Why can't the stuff stay where it ...