I held my stinging cheek, laughing bitterly at her shameless words.
“At least I make my money through honest work. Unlike some people, I’d never stoop to selling my body!”
My father’s face twisted with rage. He grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at my head.
Blood instantly soaked my clothes, but he didn’t so much as blink.
Instead, he continued to hurl insults at me, “All you ever talk about is working, working! Do you think your pitiful wages will be enough to give me and your mother any comfort before we’re dead and gone?”
“You’re a complete disgrace! And now you have the nerve to insult your sister? Look at yourself—what kind of trash do you think you are? You’re good for nothing!”
“If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I would’ve sold you off back then and saved myself the trouble!”
“Marrying you off to some poor nobody for a few thousand in bride price? Do you think I run a charity?”
I pressed a wad of tissues against the wound on my forehead, but no matter how hard I tried, the bleeding wouldn’t stop.