Several of the elderly Parker relatives couldn’t dodge in time and were struck repeatedly, collapsing in the snow.
I nearly screamed into the phone.
“Ethan Parker! Have you lost your mind? Look carefully! The one in the white ski suit is Uncle Robert! The one in pink is Lily Parker, your cousin! They’re all Parkers!”
Ethan scoffed from the helicopter.
“Keep making stuff up! You can’t fool me! My uncle hates snow, and Lily is supposed to be studying abroad—no way they’re here!”
I was nearly suffocating with rage.
He had apparently forgotten that this was the Parker Family Annual Gathering, where every Parker relative was required to attend.
Just then, Margaret, who had been knocked unconscious earlier, slowly regained consciousness.
Desperate, I grabbed her and started a video call.
“Mom! Please tell him the truth! Someone’s going to die if this keeps up!”
But because her ski suit wrapped her up tightly, only her frightened eyes and trembling hands were visible.
Unexpectedly, Ethan just glanced at Margaret’s emerald bracelet and impatiently interrupted me.
“You think I’m stupid? At least get your props right if you’re going to lie!”