“Hah, and here I thought you had a conscience. Now you’ve dropped the act. Your mom’s about to sell her blood, and you still want to study? Where do you think the money’s coming from?”
My eyelids trembled, my heartbeat scattered.
“There are student loans. I can work during breaks. I don’t need your money. I can manage.”
Daniel snorted coldly.
“Your brother’s tutoring alone costs thirty-five thousand. Your mom’s back has been bad for years, she hasn’t dared see a doctor. And me—I’m practically dying. And you still have the nerve to spend everything you earn just on yourself without leaving a cent for the family?”
The living room was dark, lit only by a sliver of light from my brother’s room.
Margaret let out a heavy sigh. Her wrinkled face softened into an appeasing smile as she took my hand.
“It’s fine. If my daughter wants to study, we as parents can’t hold her back. Go ahead.”
“Tomorrow I’ll go sell plasma. I just don’t know… if someone my age, someone like me, would even be accepted at the hospital.”
In the dim light, tears glistened in her dark eyes.