"Samantha, so you really still resent your mother’s death? I’m so disappointed in you ...."
With that, he turned and left without hesitation, just like he had for so many years. He always listened to Clara and never stopped to hear my side of the story.
I looked at Shane in panic. He gave me a reassuring nod and stepped forward to talk to my father.
"Big sister, do you like my gift?" Clara smirked
"Clara! You know Dad has a heart condition! He’s spoiled you for years—why would you do this to him?"
She didn’t answer. Instead, she raised an eyebrow smugly and admired the delicate ring on her slender finger. Then she asked, "Does this ring look nice? Shane specially made it for me. Samantha, you are really shameless, you actually pestered Shane again after you had been dumped, didn't you hear all the recordings on that day?”
Smack!
A sharp pain burned across my face. She shook her hand out and looked down at me condescendingly.
"Samantha, everything you have belongs to me!" Before I could do anything, she suddenly grabbed my hand and slapped herself with it. Then, she dramatically fell backward onto the table. Crash!