After I realized the truth, I stopped wasting my time and money to send out those resumes. I started to take various part-time jobs to support us.
I was so busy to the point that I was always in a state of exhaustion.
As I rubbed my throbbing temples, I looked again at the gift box that made me unable to afford the rent.
It seemed it always happened all the time. Young Master Hanson never saw how much I had to suffer to support both of us. All he cared about was treating his childhood sweetheart like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Even now, he spoke to me with a sour expression. “Finally, he’s gone. It’s just four hundred and fifty dollars, does he need to come knocking? It’s not like we won’t pay him! What’s for dinner?”
Without waiting for my response, he continued, “Let’s have sashimi! I’m sick of eating plain porridge and vegetables. We have been eating them lately.”
I pressed my lips together before I managed to speak calmly, "Mark, we are broke. We don't have any money left."
"How much can some sashimi cost," he replied while rubbing off the paint from his fingers. "I know. I'll eat less today."