I found it ridiculous that my life and Wendy's were just substitutes, yet we both wanted to hold on to the person in front of us. What was the difference between me and Wendy in this regard? It was just that I had realized it.
I sneered.
Jared had enough of my unresponsive attitude and said, "Vera, don't go too far. You should think about your grandma."
He knew that my grandma was my weak spot. Faced with the high cost of treatment, I could only beg him.
"Grandma? Jared, so you still remember my grandma," I sneered.
Jared failed to register the abrupt shift in my demeanor as usual. Instead, he glared at me and warned, "Vera, you must understand that your current attitude can potentially hinder the progress of your grandmother's treatment."
"Look, how ridiculous. Even now, he's still threatening me with my grandma. This is how my once-promising partner turned out." I thought.
Gripping the urn containing my grandmother's ashes tightly, I struggled to my feet, briefly instructing the staff to proceed with the funeral as planned before exiting.