Helen showed up in the door frame. “You constantly beg for cash. It is so greedy.”
A piece of my spirit finally cracked.
“I am requesting food for your own kid,” I replied. “And I also require a few dollars for my own supplies since my body is still recovering.”
Ethan’s expression turned stone cold.
“We hoped for a male heir,” he barked. “Not just another bill to pay.”
Helen spoke even more harshly. “We expected a boy.”
I gazed at the small baby camera flashing a light on our table.
“Did you seriously just label your own child a financial burden?”
Ethan pointed his finger down the hall. “If you hate it here so much, go secure a better guy.”
I stood there expecting him to apologize and take those words back. He never did.
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