Dan's father was the first to make trouble. He usually spoke the least and always had an arrogant attitude. But I knew that deep down, he blamed me for all of Dan's misfortunes. "If it weren't for you, Dan wouldn't have even been able to get into high school. You owe him for this, and yet you have the audacity to ask for the house?" I no longer held back and spoke my mind. "Oh please, owe him? Back in high school, he didn't even look at me. He was too busy being the lackey for Rachel. Don't you know?" His father's face turned red. It was Dan who reacted like he had been shocked by electricity when he heard the words "Rachel". "Where?" His mother couldn't help but scold him. "You! You are thinking about other things when we're about to lose the house?" "Brother, that's right. You have to consider my son. What will you have left without the house?" His sister's words struck a blow to his fragile ego. Dan immediately became anxious. "What did you say?! What do I have? Haven't I been responsible for all our living expenses these years?" I sneered, "With your monthly salary of four hundred dollars?"
"Shut up!"