He emphasized that last part, as if afraid his parents might not hear it.
Mrs. Miller Sr. nodded gravely.
“Anna, you can’t spend Richard’s money to save your brother. You two still have a household to run.”
“We sympathize with what happened to your brother, but financially, we really can’t help. You know we’re just an ordinary family. How could we possibly fund a rescue mission that far away? It must cost a fortune.”
“There are professional rescue teams over there already. You just stay home and wait for updates.”
Wait for updates? Updates of what—his death?
I had thought, at the very least, Richard’s parents would have a sense of right and wrong. But no, they were as cold and calculating as their son.
For the first time, I even pitied David.
Whether he lived or died would depend only on his luck.
To protect myself from blame later, I carefully laid out my next words.
“Well, what if it were David who went missing? Would you try to save him?”
All three of them froze, stunned.
Mrs. Miller Sr. recovered first, her voice sharp and trembling.
“How dare you! Cursing my son, are you?”
“Just because your brother is missing, you want my son to die too? You’re jealous, that’s what you are.”