Despite his attitude, I knew my worth. My factory had helped his family prosper. But in this life, I would do things differently. I’d listen to my sister-in-law. If she wanted me to stay out of the way, I would—far away. Let them deal with their own mess.
Part 3
The next morning, we got up one after another. I prepared our suitcase earlier and have breathable warm clothes to put on.
This time, my sister-in-law didn't have a jacket or warm clothes to put on because she had let me wash her clothes and I ensured they didn't dry, using the cold mountain air as an excuse.
"After throwing a tantrum and receiving considerable persuasion from her family, my sister-in-law reluctantly put on the worn-out scarf handed to her by the lodging owner.
In my previous life, they had packed their luggage in a hurry and failed to prepare adequate clothing for me. The mountain was cold and wet and I ended up wearing that same worn-out scarf from the lodging owner while having a meager breakfast. It felt unjust, especially considering all I had done for this family."