I Bought the Car, They Took the Credit

Summary

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to.

"Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!"

I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up.

"Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift."

The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window.