Matthew's face immediately clouded with displeasure. "Cynthia, what's with the sarcasm? It's just a road trip. We can go anytime. Is it worth making a fuss over such a trivial matter?"
"Indeed, it's not worth it."
I replied coldly, leaving those words hanging as I passed him with my luggage, unwilling to utter another word.
Matthew had never seen such indifference in me before. Surprise flickered in his eyes, and he seemed somewhat taken aback.
Regaining his composure, he softened his tone and said, "Is Amelia upset because I left you on the highway that day? I'll make it up to her later. You're an adult. Don't act out over this."
Amelia had been gone for days, and if Matthew had cared even a little about our home, he wouldn't have made such a foolish remark.
But he didn't. He had devoted all his attention to Janet, risking Amelia and me for her mere cold.
Thinking of my poor daughter, I felt heartbroken again.
I shook off Matthew's hand and said, "There's no chance anymore."
"How can there be no chance?"
Matthew frowned, "I'll call Amelia down right now. She's such a good girl. She'll surely forgive me."
After saying that, he immediately started calling Amelia's name in the house.