The XYY Gene Chapter 3

After that, my mother and brother's family were constantly overwhelmed dealing with Tyler's messes.

Children with XYY syndrome have volatile tempers and often rage without reason.

Whenever something small didn't go Tyler's way, he'd explode on the spot—smashing, breaking, hitting, and cursing were routine.

They tried to discipline him properly, but the moment they spoke harshly, Tyler would curse back. Despite his young age, his vocabulary of profanity was astonishing.

Not only that, but parents constantly brought their children over to complain.

Paying compensation and arguing became commonplace.

No matter how much they doted on this precious child, eventually they couldn't take it anymore.

My mother wanted me to counsel Tyler, saying they weren't as professional as me. If I would just guide Tyler, he'd surely become sensible.

I said with difficulty, "Mom, my appointments are already booked three months out, all with major clients. It's hard to adjust the schedule—I really can't spare the time."

"How about this—some of my colleagues have openings these days. Should I make you an appointment?"

My sister-in-law casually asked about the price. The exorbitant consultation fee immediately made her shut her mouth.

Marcus, however, swallowed hard after hearing the price. "Sis, you make good money anyway. Why don't you cover the consultation fee for us? Since they're your colleagues, maybe they'll give you a discount. When Tyler grows up, he can pay you back."

I knew Marcus and my mother had secretly discussed this, eyeing my income, saying as his sister, I had an obligation to help raise his son.

Watching him so righteously ask me for money, I couldn't help recalling my previous life.

To raise money for them, my mother had stolen client information from my computer and sold it.

I was sued by clients and faced enormous compensation. My reputation in the industry was ruined, and I could never find work again.

I was even attacked by an aggressive patient who broke my left leg.

But my mother had said, "You only lost one leg. Your brother lost his child! The Morrison family has no heir!"

This time, I wouldn't repeat that mistake.

Looking at their troubled faces, thinking of the countless messes waiting for them to clean up, I smiled. "I just opened a business account and used all my money to rent office space. I'm planning to open my own private practice."