Aunt never expected that I would resist and said, "Rebecca, you are selfish. When your mother died and your uncle wanted to adopt you, I disagreed. Now, your uncle is in such difficulty, and you don't even want to take care of him. How did we raise such an ungrateful person like you?"
As she spoke, she slapped herself and burst into tears, even falling down beside Uncle Patrick's sickbed and saying, "Look at what you have done. Now people can see clearly that you have worked for nothing."
Uncle Patrick was also a person who could act. As soon as he woke up, his voice became wooden, "I just wanted... to be worthy of my sister, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect to be an... an ungrateful person."
He said with a sense of grievance, and the other patients in the same ward started whispering.
Most of them were condemning me. I sneered silently. They had used this moral kidnapping many times in their previous lives.
But because I had illusions about them, I always softened before.
Just when my aunt thought she had the upper hand, I suddenly heard a cold voice interrupting, "Who dares to make Rebecca drop out of school?"
I turned around and saw Auntie Iris rushing over in a hurry.