They ignored our punctual arrival with me and momo, as if they didn't see us at all.
It wasn't until they saw Harris arrive late with another woman that they smiled and ordered the servants to serve the food.
It was at this moment that I noticed there was an extra person at this so-called family dinner.
"Can I call you Sarah? Do you like eating spiced salt-flavored spare steaks, Sarah? Let me serve you."
The girl in front of me, who was unusually enthusiastic, was the same young college girl who had gone to Disneyland with Harris.
Her name was Jenifer. Seeing her and Harris's parents happily calling each other godfather and godmother, enjoying the warm atmosphere as a family, I felt disgusted. I put down my chopsticks and picked up my oblivious daughter, ready to leave.
Harris called out to me in a cold voice when he saw the look of frustration on Jenifer's face.
"Sarah, have you caused enough trouble? Look, she's my parents' adopted daughter. It's not as dirty as you think between her and me. Can't you understand and stop constantly overthinking?"
His words made me laugh out of anger.