In an instant, the image of my mother gasping for breath appeared before my eyes.
I gripped my nails so hard into my palms that the pain forced me to stay awake.
"I have a younger sister named Renee, so please don't regard me as your sister."
Adam's face turned completely dark, anger swirling in his eyes.
"What attitude is that? Apologize to Maria immediately! She got hurt and still insisted on making that stupid dish. Are you grateful to her for that?"
I glanced at the thermos box in his hand and curled my lip into a cold smile.
"I'm grateful to anyone, but only sorry for myself. Let's get a divorce. I'm tired."
His angry expression froze on his face, unable to believe that the word "divorce" would come out of my mouth.
My usually reserved sister, Renee, also bravely spoke up to Bowen.
"We're also getting a divorce."
This suffocating family home was a place we couldn't stand for even a minute.
Bowen's gesture of helping Maria take off her shoes came to a sudden halt, and he stood up in shock.
The tone of his voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and he shouted angrily, "What did you say?!"
I ignored him and prepared to leave with Renee.