My father didn’t even spare me a glance, immediately urging my mother to start cooking a nourishing soup.
“Make sure it’s ready when Kathy gets back. If she drinks it, she’ll be able to have a son for Mr. Miles.”
Too tired to argue, I slumped onto the couch to rest.
Just as the soup began simmering, Kathy walked into our house. She was limping, her neck covered in bruises and marks.
It was obvious she had no idea who she’d actually spent the night with.
The moment Kathy saw me, she wasted no time berating me in front of our parents. She accused me of failing to stand guard for her, not helping her clean up the mess and even refusing to buy her the drugs she needed for her plan.
My mother’s face darkened immediately. Without hesitation, she slapped me across the face.
Her voice rising with fury, “I knew you were useless! Worthless trash! Why did I even bother raising a money-leech like you?”
“Your sister finally got her chance and not only did you refuse to help, but you left her behind to fend for herself? Money was falling from the sky and you couldn’t even pick it up! You’re doomed to be a penniless worker your whole life!”