She also mentioned wanting to add her first two children to our household register so they can live in our new home, making it more convenient for them to attend Wiltspoon Wood High. Hank, don’t be foolish and agree to her request.
“It’s easier to invite the devil in than to send him away. If you add the children to our household register, they’ll become part of our family and have a claim to the family property in the future.”
“My sister just wants to transfer the children to our household register so they can attend a better school. They won’t have any claim to the family property unless I add their names to the title deed. I’ll only include your name.”
Jessica’s expression fell. “I don’t care. You can’t agree. They’re Chelsea’s children, not your responsibility. Can you really leave them alone for the next three years if you agree to this?”
“Moreover, if you’re harsh with them, they’ll resent you because they’re not your children. If you show indifference, they’ll hate you too. It’s a thankless task—you’d be foolish to agree.”
Liberty also refused to agree to this before.
Chelsea recently brought it up to Hank again because her eldest daughter will be graduating from elementary school this July.
“If you’re only taking care of Sonny, then I have nothing to say. That’s your duty as a father. If you abandon your son and don’t raise him, how can you possibly raise your niece and nephew? Are your sister and brother-in-law deceased?”
Hank replied, “Jessica, it was just a suggestion from my sister. I didn’t agree. I’ll reject it no matter what, so don’t worry.”
“When will you add my name to the title deed?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll go tomorrow, okay?” Hank said.
In his heart, he realized, “Jessica is just like Liberty; both of them declined to care for my nephew and niece, who wanted to go to Wiltspoon Wood School.”