“I already said no and I meant it. Our home isn’t some charity hotel. We worked hard to get where we are and it didn’t fall from the sky. Helping you is kindness, but not helping you doesn’t make us bad people. Just because we have money doesn’t mean we’re obligated to spend it on strangers. I’m no saint.”
“Besides, we’ll be back every week and I’ll give you five seventy-five dollars for your own expenses. That should be enough for you to get by. So don’t push your luck.”
Without waiting for her reaction, I turned around and walked out while taking my daughter with me.
Aaron also followed me behind.
Although he didn’t understand why I was acting this way, as always, he supported me without question.
While he went to get the car, my daughter and I stood outside in the sunlight.
However, even with the warmth on my skin, I could feel a cold, poisonous gaze piercing my back. So, I turned around to look.
Cassandra was staring at us from the orphanage window. Her face changed in an instant, from venomous to pleading and pitiful.