The noises from every corner of this second-hand shop pierced deep inside Feran Anderson's ear. He’s here to buy some necessities and a suit for himself within his limited budget.

 "Can I see that?" He asked, pointing at a pair of suits. It has a classic style he really likes.  And it sure fits him well after he tries it on. It’s affordable to him as well. 

 "Please pack it for me," he said to the shop owner. He thought this suit was perfect for him to wear as a birthday party’s outfit for his wife’s grandmother’s birthday party, which is the biggest event in the family. 

 He handed the shopkeeper 2 bucks for the suit and walked out of the shop when a set of strong men walked up to him.

 Feran glanced at them and knew exactly who they were at once. 

"Mr. Anderson," one man addressed to Feran politely. He was in his middle fifties and showed a good stature. 

"Sir, we have orders from your family. They want you to come back and take over the business. We have a car ready to take you back home." 

 Feran saw a luxurious Honda Civic parked at the other  side of the road.

The old man didn't say anything, he stood before Feran, obediently.

Feran took a look at him and sighed: “You are just doing your job so I won’t give you a hard time. Go and tell ‘my family’ that I’m content with my life now. Don’t ever bother me again!”

Feran tended to walk away but was stopped by the old man again. 

“Then please, sir, accept this. It’s from your father, he wanted you to bring this to the birthday party as your gift.” 

Feran took a look at the bracelet lying in the old man’s palm. It is worth at least 1 million dollars, but he knows it’s just pocket money for his family. 

“I won’t accept any pitiful thing from him, please remember to tell him that as well when you inform him I won’t come back to a place where everyone was dead to me a long time ago.” 

Feran turned back and left without a second glance.

 When Feran arrived at the party, Laura was already waiting for him.

"What took you so long?" She asked with a grimace. He opened his mouth to explain but she cut in with a question.

“A second-hand store?” Laura raised her voice uncontrollably in shock, but quickly lowered it again because she didn’t want another person to hear what they were saying.

“Yes, what the problem? It looks nice on me, doesn’t it?”

It does, but Laura couldn’t bear the thought that her husband was wearing trash to this birthday party. If other relatives found out, they would become the laughing stock, again.  

Before she opened her mouth to say something, Mark, Laura's oldest brother who was standing some inches away from them, overheard their conversation. He walked over with a big smirk spread across his face.

He always sought every opportunity to torment Feran every time he saw him. And this time,he wasn't going to let Feran go easily.

Feran raised an eyebrow and brought out a nicely warped necklace from his pocket when lots of people heard what Mark had said. They started to gather around and looked at Feran with amusement. Everyone has heard about this useless son-in-law, they are looking forward to a show.

Mark snatched the necklace from Feran, "Aww, Larua, you actually allowed your husband to bring garbage like that to grandmother’s birthday party? Poor Laura. I guess your taste in gifts is as bad as your taste in men." Mark commented. The whole room burst into laughter.

Laura cringed, wishing the ground opened and swallowed her. She hadn't prepared mentally to face such  humiliation today.

"I purchased that because it was an antique though it didn't cost a huge fortune," Feran answered calmly. 

"You're stupid to think this was an antique. You've lost it!" Mark bawled at him.

"Laura, your husband is a pauper. I hope you've realised it now, dear sister?" Mark asked Laura and she’s so embarrassed she  couldn’t even look at him.

Feran attempted to let Mark hand back the gift, but Mark threw it to the floor instead.

"Things like that are meant to be in the trash can."