As expected, there were only leftovers left on the table, and no one cared whether I had eaten or not.
"Wash the dishes. Don't try to hide away."
Cecilia was fat. The four hid in the master bedroom to turn on the air conditioner, closing the bedroom door tightly.
But I didn't care. This was what I'd been waiting for.
In order to save water, Cecilia liked to turn the faucet to the minimum and store the dripping water in a bottle.
In my previous life, we relied on the stored water and the remaining food in the refrigerator to survive for more than half a month.
But they ate and drank their fill every day, but refused to give me food.
I was so thirsty that I begged Jaxon for help, but he kicked me and broke two of my ribs.
I was so thirsty that I could only lick the water pipe, but Cynthia was using the water to wash her hair.
Cecilia touched Cynthia's belly and said, "Cynthia, you can use water as much as you want, but you can't let my grandson down."
Jaxon punched and kicked me. "Useless! Why don't you store more water!"
Thinking of the pain of a dry and thirsty throat corroded by gastric juice, I quickened my hands.