"Adjustments?" I sneered. "Which part? The part where we bring my parents here, or the part where we buy a house?"
Ryan opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Mrs. Lambert jumped in.
"All of it! I'm telling you right now, Joy—don't even think about buying a house…"
She shot Ryan a pointed look.
"Ryan, tell her! Tell her whether that so-called house fund even exists anymore!"
My mind went blank.
Ryan's face cycled through pale and green. His lips moved a few times.
"Joy… the house fund we saved… I had an emergency a while back, so I already… diverted it."
One light sentence.
The last shred of hope shattered with it.
So all those promises about our future had never weighed more than a feather to him.
I looked at this mother and son—one vicious and smug, one spineless and fake.
They took my contributions for granted while grinding the family I loved into the dirt.
On one hand, they brushed off my parents with counterfeit liquor. On the other, they helped themselves to my savings.
And now, facing a fabricated five million dollars, they revealed their true colors—pure, ugly greed.
So this was how rotten the human heart could get.
My voice came out surprisingly calm.