"If you don’t want to work, fine. I’ve found you a good match. In a small town east of here, there’s a man whose wife just died. He’s willing to pay ten thousand dollars as a dowry payment."
Rachel’s eyes widened in fear, and she shook her head violently. "Dad, I don’t want to get married. I’ll work!"
Hearing them speak and seeing her reaction sent a chill down my spine.
This was nothing like the home I’d imagined.
While I sat there stunned, Lily, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke up.
Her voice was timid, as if she had gathered all her courage.
"Dad, Mom… the day after tomorrow, I don’t want to go work with Rachel. I want to keep studying…"
"Studying?"
Margaret let out a cold laugh. "What’s the point of a girl studying so much? Just wasting the money your brother needs to get married! I’m telling you—day after tomorrow, you’re going to the factory with Rachel, no arguments."
"I won’t…"
Her voice broke into sobs. "My grades are good. My teacher says I can get into a top high school, and then maybe a good university!"
"Easy for you to say!"