a Hay

I spun around and stomped down the stairs,

living room fell silent,

a contemptuous sneer. "What now? Still throwing a tant

eyes. "The bruise on my mother's hand," I s

smirk. "So what if it was? She's a dying invalid. I'm more worried about her dirtying my c

nging straight into my heart. My bod

lay the peacemaker. "Emi, calm down

colder than I'd ever felt. "This d

e fake smile finally

ld react, I raised my hand and slapped

k echoed in th

isbelief. A second later, a piercing shriek tor

hat was for my mother. If you ever touch her again,

face red with anger. "Emilia! Are you craz

You're the ones who should be apologizing. You sell me for money. You let t

f purple. He pointed a trembling f

rself at me like a feral ani

d, and she stumbled past me, col

Ira. "Ira! Look at her! It's either her or

ly. He gritted his teeth. "Emilia, you will pack your things right now and go apolog

t weakness. He thought I would crum

bitter, broken sound. "Threaten me? Ira, have you

at his company. I knew about the sh

't dare!" h

see what happens first: you stopping my mother's medicine, or

y stunned, his m

ed at me in horror, as if seeing h

and furious. He never imagined the meek

faces, feeling no satisfacti

my voice flat and final. "

ck on them, my

irs, leaving a dead