I called them hundreds of times.
Not one was answered.
There was also the issue of living arrangements for Tyler and David after I left.
No one ever responded.
But now? Now, they had the nerve to blame me for not giving them a heads-up.
David’s expression darkened slightly.
"Alright, it was just a slip-up. That’s all."
Then David talk to me, "You should go rest. You just got back, don’t overexert yourself."
When had he ever cared about me resting?
This was nothing but a polite way of telling me to get lost—so I wouldn’t ruin his time with Yvonne.
But none of this concerned me anymore.
Behind me, Tyler’s voice was full of mockery.
"Just get lost! My mom is back now! You are just a gisgudting woman! You’re nothing compared to her—not even worth a single finger!"
Yvonne stood nearby, looking glamorous, her makeup flawless down to every strand of hair. Her nails were long, polished to perfection.
Compared to me—bare-faced, dressed in a simple hoodie—she was stunning.
Of course, I hadn’t always been this way.
But after taking care of Tyler for so many years, I had stopped dressing up.
Not just because I didn’t have time.
But because I worried that long hair might tangle around his tiny fingers.