After Damian grew up, she bad-mouthed me to him every day, as if I was the reason for their poverty.
Damian came to see me as his enemy.
On one visit home, he secretly slipped rat poison into my drink, which killed me.
Snapping out of it, I saw Tiara's expectant eyes and smiled, saying, "Just do what you think is best. I trust you."
Whether or not your son could get into a top university, or whether you made a fortune, none of it had anything to do with me anymore.
Seeing me so agreeable, Tiara was thrilled.
She accepted the formula and then pulled Ansley aside for a chat.
After the celebration ended, my mom started checking the gifts while scolding me.
"You're his aunt, and yet your gift is worth less money than a stranger's."
"Mom, drop it. Leticia hasn't got a job since she got a postgraduate degree. She can barely take care of herself."
Off to the side, Marcus Proctor chimed in gleefully while eating some snacks.
Sure enough, hearing him say that, my mother started nagging again.
"What's the point of a girl getting that much education? I think you'd better come back and get married soon. What's so good about the big city? Wait too long, and you'll be an old lady that nobody wants.