The next day, I was forced to wake up and Orlando, with a gloomy face, dragged me to the living room regardless of anything.
On the sofa, Camile's eyes were red as she looked at a photo on her mobile phone.
"Hermione, I know you've never liked me. All this time you must have thought I stole your dad away, so you have to throw away even the figurines I gave to Oliver and Orlando, right?"
Oliver's face did not look good either as he handed the mobile phone to me.
"Where did you throw this figurine? Mimi drew it herself and gave it to us!"
I suddenly remembered the things I had dropped in the haste of my asthma attack last night.
"Last night, the kitchen caught fire because you forgot to turn off the stove while cooking beef rib soup and I accidentally dropped it ...."
Oliver stood up and angrily reached out his hand, as if trying to hit me, but was stopped by Camile.
"I know you really didn't mean it, Hermione. How about we let you compensate me with something else? I think the pottery doll on your beside looks pretty."
"No way!"
"Okay."
My refusal voice coincided with the unanimous agreement of the two brothers from the Lynch Family.