Clara slowly stood up, but her gaze still fixed on the ruined cake on the floor. "I called you because I have something important to say."
"What could possibly be so important?" he asked. His expression turned gloomy as impatient and tiredness appeared in his eyes.
"I've told you that Rea is sick and as her boyfriend, I need to be there for her. Are you throwing a tantrum just to get my attention?" he asked angrily.
"Let me warn you, Clara! If you keep acting out, you can leave the Cumberland Family!" After he said that, he stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Clara just stood there as she watched his retreating figure. In a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured, "Ian … there won't be next time for me, because I've already dead."
However, of course, no one heard her whisper.
She sank back onto the couch as memories flooded her mind.
Actually, she was not Ian's biological sister. When she was four years old, her grandmother, who was her living relative, passed away. Ian's mother took her in and raised her as part of the family.