The doctor had specifically told me to avoid stress, but how could I not feel angry after hearing this? I clenched my arm hard, the pain grounding me, helping me keep my composure.
“Talk about marriage now?” I said, my voice trembling with controlled fury. “I’ve already given 500,000 dollars for the wedding. Where am I supposed to get more money?”
At that moment, Oscar’s parents burst into the room. They didn’t come to comfort me or offer support. Instead, they scolded me relentlessly.
They called me a parasite, accusing me of leeching off Oscar. They said I was a cruel woman who couldn’t even protect my own child. They painted me as ungrateful, heartless, and a disgrace for being unable to bear children.
Not once did they mention Oscar’s faults.
They conveniently forgot that I had been the one to help Oscar get his current job by asking a senior from my university to recommend him to a well-known company. Without me, he would still be unemployed. When Oscar’s parents learned this, they didn’t thank me. Instead, they saw it as proof that I was lucky to have Oscar.