I leaned in the doorway, yawning innocently. “My sister wanted sun, but I worried the outside sun had bacteria. I bought medical disinfectant to clean her wound completely so it heals faster.”
I smiled innocently at them. My dad’s lips trembled and he couldn’t say a word.
My mom screamed and almost fainted. Beatrice was taken to the hospital. In the end, my parents did nothing to me. They just looked at me as if I were crazy and made me go to the hospital to apologize to Beatrice.
When I arrived at the hospital, my brother, Michael, was there, too. He had just gotten off the plane, dusty and tired, his suitcase still by the ward door.
I stood at the door, looking at the brother who once bought me lollipops and stayed up all night when I was sick.
He wore a neat suit, showing the confidence of a successful man, but his tired eyes revealed his rush to get back.
When he saw Beatrice’s face in thick gauze, his eyes turned red. Without asking, he rushed over and grabbed my collar.
“Elena, do you want to drive this family crazy?!” His spit nearly hit my face.