My mother held her arm, her face full of concern.
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. It's just a relationship, after all. Neither of you is married, it was mutual. What right does he have to take revenge?"
My father slapped the table hard.
"Want to take revenge on my daughter? He'll have to go through me first!"
My sister sobbed, "But he's been in jail and was involved in some shady business."
Mom and dad looked at each other.
"How did you end up dating someone like that?" my father asked, puzzled.
"I didn't mean to..." My sister covered her face and cried.
My mother immediately felt sorry for her, pulling her into her arms, "Why are you being so harsh? What's done is done, we'll find a way to deal with it."
My father, feeling a bit guilty, said, "I was just worried. I'm sorry, Janet."
The three of them huddled together affectionately, while I stood there like an outsider.
They had always favored my sweet-talking but cruel-hearted sister since we were little.
Even though they knew she was hiding something, they were willing to tolerate it.
Unlike me, who only seemed to invite their dislike.
My heart ached faintly, and I lowered my gaze, not wanting to see this happy family of three anymore.