I sneered, "Someone like Peter who kicks the elderly out of the house should be held legally responsible. Mom, I suggest you file a lawsuit in court."
Mom heard it and immediately scolded loudly through the microphone, "Your younger brother is also in a difficult situation now. If you didn't drink up all his breast milk back then, he wouldn't be washing cars now instead of going to college."
"Is that so? Then mom, is your breast milk made of gold or bricks?'"
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the phone for a while.
I continued, "Even if it's made of gold or bricks, he can't get into college just by drinking gold-plated breast milk."
"Besides, mom didn't have breast milk back then. Wasn't it because Dad couldn't make enough money and we had to eat cabbage every day?"
After a long silence, the other side weakly replied, "Monica, can you be sensible?"
Here came the word 'sensible' again!
I was already sick of hearing it!
"Back then, it was you and Dad who repeatedly emphasized that Peter would support you when you are old. Why are you coming to me now? I have to go to work tomorrow."
Click, I hung up the phone, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.