My mother’s eyes lit up as she quickly accepted the card on my brother’s behalf. "You're so generous! No wonder you were able to give the Jameson Family six grandchildren!"
As she spoke, she shot me a disdainful glance and snorted. "You're so different with someone. Although he had the same blood running in his veins he only gave the bride and the groom thirteen hundred and thirty-three dollars. He even said the important thing is the attention. What a cheapskate!"
My brother smirked, then pulled the money out of my red envelope right in front of me and after he tossed the empty envelope to the ground, he stomped on it a few times. "What’s this supposed to be? Do you take me as a joke?"
Their behavior chilled me to the bone.
Although thirteen hundred and thirty-three dollars was not much, it was everything I had secretly saved up through hard labor in prison.
Now, aside from that, I had barely fifteen dollars left to my name.
I frowned but said nothing.
Just then, the oldest boy walked up to me, stared at me for a full minute before letting out a mocking snort and said, "So you’re that ex-convict? You’re so ugly and you still had the nerve to steal my mom? Outrageous!"