Looking hurt, Charles replied, "All the money is with you. What was I supposed to do? You hit her and left. I had to comfort her somehow. The only way was to sell your things to buy the car..."
There was no money left. What I earned, they spent even more.
Just her tutoring fees cost tens of thousands each month.
Her grades were the result of my hard-earned money.
After work, I had to check her homework and push her to study, but Charles only cared about taking her to eat delicious food and spending my money to make her happy.
I knew she was closer to him, but I thought that playing good cop, bad cop was necessary for her to grow up well.
I believed she would eventually understand me.
Instead, I was met with betrayal and abandonment.
Anger boiled over as I looked at Charles' shameless face. "Do you know how much you spend each month? There's no money left! We just finished paying off the mortgage for house last month. How dare you sell my things?"
Charles frowned and, after a moment, said, "Celia, don't be so petty. We're family. Money can be earned back, but our daughter's happiness is priceless!"
"Happiness? You make it sound easy."