Beating her chest, she acted like the heartbroken mother of a ruined daughter.
By her side, my sister wiped at her tears at the right moment and spoke soft words of comfort, playing the role of the caring older daughter.
Some coworkers didn’t believe it and stood up for me. “Manager Leigh is usually very proper. I don’t believe she’s that kind of person.”
Prepared in advance, my mother shouted even louder, “What do you know? Leigh has been divorced nine times and had eight abortions. She’s filthier than bugs in the sewer.”
“And your deputy general manager, Waylon, was once my older daughter’s husband. Leigh used to call him poor and look down on him. Now that he’s deputy general manager, she shamelessly crawled into bed with him. My poor older daughter, treated like this, but still thinking of her sister and not blaming her.”
“As a mother, I can’t take it. With morals that rotten, today she can steal her sister’s husband, and tomorrow she’ll seduce your husbands and boyfriends. Do you still want to work with her?”
Lowering her head in fake sadness, my sister wiped her eyes at all the right moments.