Chapter 30
Then, I closed the door, walked over to the sofa, lay down weakly on my side, and closed my eyes. The bitterness that had been suppressed inside me, at this moment, finally broke out. Tears quietly welled up in my eyes and slipped down. There was only me in this apartment, and loneliness enveloped me.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I took it out from my pocket, weakly propped myself up, wiped away my tears, and looked at the caller ID. The moment I saw it clearly, I grew more tired in my heart. It was my mom, Belinda
Winslow.
Although all I could get from Belinda was a suffocating sense of pressure, I had no other choice at this time but to pick up the call. I put the phone to my ear and called out, “Mom.”
Belinda spoke up directly, “I heard that your husband’s grandpa passed away.”
“Yeah. It happened a few days ago. The funeral has already been done.”
“Why didn’t you tell us? We’re kind of their relatives, and we were supposed to attend the funeral!” Belinda’s complaint was extremely sharp.
“I’ve already attended it on behalf of you guys.” Actually, I didn’t want my family to come over. Even I myself couldn’t earn the respect of my husband’s family. My own family would only be even more neglected by them. I didn’t want my family to endure that kind of grievance.
Belinda fell silent for a moment, cleared her throat, and then formally broached the subject, saying, “Katrina, you haven’t given us money this month.”
I furrowed my brows, asking, “Didn’t I already give you 1,500 dollars last month?”
“That’s for last month, not for this month, okay?”
Belinda called me with only would never feel loaded
purpose,
which was to ask for
money.
Belinda was like a greedy monster,
who
- up.
I weakly leaned back on the sofa, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
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Chapter 30
Then, I closed the door, walked over to the sofa, lay down weakly on my side, and closed my eyes. The bitterness that had been suppressed inside me, at this moment, finally broke out. Tears quietly welled up in my eyes and slipped down. There was only me in this apartment, and loneliness enveloped me.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I took it out from my pocket, weakly propped myself up, wiped away my tears, and looked at the caller ID. The moment I saw it clearly, I grew more tired in my heart. It was my mom, Belinda Winslow.
Although all I could get from Belinda was a suffocating sense of pressure, I had no other choice at this time but to pick up the call. I put the phone to my ear and called out, “Mom.”
Belinda spoke up directly, “I heard that your husband’s grandpa passed away.”
“Yeah. It happened a few days ago. The funeral has already been done.”
“Why didn’t you tell us? We’re kind of their relatives, and we were supposed to attend the funeral!” Belinda’s complaint was extremely sharp.
“I’ve already attended it on behalf of you guys.” Actually, I didn’t want my family to come over. Even I myself couldn’t earn the respect of my husband’s family. My own family would only be even more neglected by them. I didn’t want my family to endure that kind of grievance.
Belinda fell silent for a moment, cleared her throat, and then formally broached the subject, saying, “Katrina, you haven’t given us money this month.”
I furrowed my brows, asking, “Didn’t I already give you 1,500 dollars last month?”
“That’s for last month, not for this month, okay?”
Belinda called me with only one purpose, which was to ask for money. Belinda was like a greedy monster, who would never feel loaded up.
I weakly leaned back on the sofa, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
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