I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 96 Malice

Gia is an independent and strong girl, even old Joseph admits that.

From childhood to adulthood, she was always the most sensible one, the one her parents worried about the least. She was already a little adult when she was just over 10 years old.

She had to share the housework, take care of her younger siblings, and contribute to old Joseph's cause, but what about herself? Who cared about her?

Old Joseph was only interested in fame and fortune, while Mrs. Rose was passionate about socializing and spent all her time on image management.

In such families, feelings are usually considered less important, at least not as important as power and wealth.

This is how she has lived all these years, facing everything on her own.

But now, at school, she really can't handle the sudden surge of hostility.

Wellesley is a WASP territory, and the school is full of WASP members, not only students, but even some teachers.

From the moment Joseph Sr. announced his entry into politics and began his climb up the path to power, Gia faced pressures she could never have imagined before.

Political struggle is never a game; its complexity and cruelty are beyond imagination.

Even if Gia is incredibly strong, she might not be able to adapt to this level of stress.

"Tell me, who are they?"

After Gia had finished crying and calmed down a bit, Luther coldly uttered those words.

As soon as she heard this, Jia became nervous again and struggled to sit up from Luther's lap.

"What are you going to do, Luther! Don't do it, don't even think about it. They... are not simple..."

Luther nodded, thinking to himself that it was certainly no simple matter; in this day and age, students who could get into the Seven Sisters usually came from wealthy or noble families.

Gia was also worried that Luther might do something outrageous, so she promptly "warned" Luther as a precaution.

Although she was only eighteen, she understood better than anyone the Kennedy family's status in Boston—simply put, they had no status.

In Boston, there are dozens of families, large and small, including the Adams, Lowell, Forbes, and Lodge.

If these families were divided into three classes, the Kennedy family would be at most in the third class, or perhaps even lower.

With such a family background, it's almost impossible for Jia to challenge people in the WASP circle; she usually tends to avoid them.

However, Luther didn't think that way. He was full of thoughts about sweeping away all the monsters and demons and overthrowing the three great mountains, but he just couldn't say it in front of Gia.

"Alright, since you don't want to go to school, then take a break for a while. Maybe things will change later."

Jia nodded: "That's what I think too."

After calming Gia down, the two got into the car and drove east along the main road toward Brookline.

Back home, Jia put down her luggage, greeted her younger siblings, and went to her room to rest. She was exhausted from the past few days.

This caught the attention of the two little ones. Little Gannaidi paused and said:

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with my sister? She seems quite upset."

Hearing this, little Catherine shook her head and said mischievously, "Of course she was bullied."

Johnny Jr. couldn't believe it; his eyes widened in disbelief.

"We're the Kennedy family! Who dares to bully my sister?"

The little guy was too young to understand the social context. In his eyes, the Kennedy family was rich and powerful, with such a big house, so many servants and so many cars. Everyone treated him with respect, so who would dare to bully his sister?

He was somewhat angry, but also somewhat confused.

Little Catherine, however, saw right through it: "Who else could it be but the sorority and their friends?"

That's true. In the American campuses of the 20s, Harvard and Yale had fraternities, and Wellesley had sororities. Ultimately, it was just sisters banding together to face outsiders.

Especially in certain WASP circles, the targeting of outsiders was even more obvious. Little Kennedy didn't realize this, but the younger Catherine keenly observed it.

Luther made up an excuse to send the two little ones away, and then drove back to Wellesley.

He first found William, a young black man who ran a cleaning company, at the corner of the street. When William saw that it was Luther, he was very open and honest with him.

"Oh, Mr. Luther, you have no idea, ever since your father-in-law said he was going to run for Congress, the atmosphere in this town has changed completely."

He glanced around, lowered his voice slightly, and then continued:

"Those WASP wives used to just pretend they didn't see me when they bumped into me on the street, but now, because of your father-in-law, they've started to discriminate against immigrants again. Now when they see me, they'll deliberately stop and say insulting things to my face. Of course, I'm used to it; it's nothing. They probably do this because they know I know you and they're saying it on purpose so I can hear it."

"Is that so? What about Jia?"

He paused, nodded, and lowered his voice.

"As for Miss Jia... sigh, although I usually can't enter the school, I go to the school gate to clean up the trash every two days, so I can see everything. Wellesley and her group of girls used to at least nod to Miss Jia, but now they treat her like a plague and just walk around her."

I once saw Miss Jia standing at the cafeteria entrance with her tray. There were clearly empty seats inside, but no one offered her a seat. She stood there for a while, then finally turned and left. I think she must be being ostracized at school.

Even William's voice betrayed a hint of reluctance at this point; as a Black man, he knew all too well what it felt like.

Not only him, but his wife and children were basically the same.

Whether going to school or shopping, as soon as you step out of your home, you're always met with all sorts of strange looks.

He looked at Luther, smiled, and said:

"Of course, there are even worse things. A couple of days ago, at Weibing Lake, I saw two girls say a few words to him, and then for some reason, Miss Jia's schoolbag was thrown into the lake. She stood alone on the shore, and in the end, I had to go into the water to help her retrieve it. The water was very cold, but she cried."

"In short, Mr. Luther, Wellesley isn't as peaceful as it seems on the surface. There are undercurrents here, and it's not friendly to outsiders like us. Of course, although Miss Gia is very, very nice, you know, those people don't care that much. In this land, although the constitution says everyone is equal, you know, that's ultimately just a dream."

He shook his head, but couldn't help sighing.

"Mr. Luther, I know there are things I shouldn't say, but... they're determined to get rid of Miss Gia!"