Ignoring his stunned look, I took the handbag and prepared to zip it up. Unexpectedly, Bryan quickly snatched the coat that I personally designed and made for Mason, and put it on himself without any regard for me.
In the past, I had specially designed and made clothes for them, but they always despised them.
They scolded me for having no taste and for embarrassing them.
They scolded me for having unrealistic ideas to be a designer.
They said that no one would want to wear the things I designed.
Bryan even tore up the clothes I made for him with scissors and stepped on them.
But they treated Winnie differently. Even if she just played a random tune for them, it would be great.
Bryan gestured a few times and then casually threw it aside when it didn't fit on him.
"Mom, it's been so many years. Why are you still so lame? I've told you so many times that no one wants the shit you make. It's been six years, but why did you make it so small? Are you cursing me for not growing taller? You're really malicious."
I carefully fold the clothes and put them back in the bag.
If it weren't for not wanting to embarrass Nate in public, I would have slapped him in the face!
What a shameless person he was!