Chapter 8
My parents were acting strange.
It was like they were hiding something from me.
Meeting their eager gazes, I said tentatively, “What if I refuse to hand over the money?”
The next second, my mother slapped me across the face.
She snarled, her face twisting with rage, “What did you just say? That’s your sister! You won’t even spare a little money for her? How could you be so selfish?!”
My father jabbed a finger at me. “You have to give it. It’s only 1,300,000 dollars. It’s not like we’re asking for all your money. Gracie, the bank is still open. I’ll take you there right now!”
He reached for me, trying to pull me into the wheelchair.
So the wheelchair was just a tool to get me to withdraw money for Leila.
A deep chill settled over me.
I struggled out of my father’s grip and retreated to the other side of the bed.
The hospital bed was small, and I fell to the floor.
Pain shot through my body as I landed hard on my war wounds. It hurt like hell.
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I gritted my teeth through the pain, and my mother kicked me. “Grace, stop pretending! Get up and get the money for your sister!”
“I’m not pretending! My injuries-”
Before I could finish, my father yanked my arm forcefully. “If you still consider us family, do as we say! Otherwise, we’ll cut ties with you!”
But were they treating me like family now?
Just as despair was sinking in, a cold male voice rang out, “What are you doing? The patient is injured! Are you trying to kill her?!”
It was Colin, arriving just in time with two colleagues. They quickly pulled my parents away from me.
But my mother wasn’t done. She grabbed a thermos, opened the lid, and dumped the steaming hot soup all over me.
The scalding liquid burned my skin.
She just watched indifferently and said, her voice sharp and cutting, “Grace, if you don’t give us the money, don’t even think about coming home! Your father and I don’t want such a selfish daughter!”
My father, on the other hand, played the good cop, speaking in a gentle tone, “Gracie, just listen to us. We’re too old to make much money. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be asking you for this money.”
He had just promised to pay me back in the future.
Now he was saying he was too old to make much money.
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Which was the truth? Which was the lie?
The fresh wounds on my body, especially the burns my mother had inflicted, hurt like hell.
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And I had many questions in my mind. Why would they go this far for Leila?
Was the money in my account really from them?
