I placed a piece of pork belly in her bowl, but she nervously glanced at our parents.
Just as she was about to put the meat in her mouth, Margaret’s chopsticks struck her face.
"Starved-to-death ghost—never seen meat before?!"
Her sharp voice pierced the room, and I was startled by the sudden outburst.
"You hardly do any work, but you eat like a pig. The moment you see meat your eyes go green! What’s the point of me raising you? Eat it—choke on it for all I care!"
Sophie shrank into herself, not daring to make a sound.
When Margaret made to hit her again, I quickly grabbed her arm.
"Mom, it’s just a piece of meat. Why get so worked up?"
Margaret shot me a glare, though her tone softened slightly.
"You’ve lived the good life so long you don’t get it—if she eats an extra piece of meat, your brother loses one. She doesn’t know how to care for her brother, but I do!"
"Do you know what he means to us? He’s the only male heir of the Parker family—he’s the one to carry on the family name!"
Her words shocked me. I wanted to argue, but she picked up the piece of meat and put it back into my bowl.
"At least you’re sensible—eat more."