“Why not?” Ethan snapped, slamming his hand on the table. “It’s just a bag! You make so much money every month, why can’t you buy one?”
It was laughable. I smirked, “I’m just not buying it.”
With that, I got up and headed back to my room. Just before I closed the door, I could still hear him grumbling, “Look at her! It’s my birthday, and she’s being so stingy!”
Lilith was whispering something too, shooting me a glance as she spoke.
I ignored them, feeling a deep sense of disappointment. These people—this is the family I’ve always longed to be close to.
But now that fate’s given me a second chance, I’m not going to let their schemes get the best of me.
Not long after, my mom came in with a plate of watermelon, practically pushing it at me, eager for me to eat.
I didn’t move. Instead, I looked at her and said calmly, “Did Ethan put you up to this?”
She looked a bit flustered, probably ready with some excuse, but I cut her off. “I already told him I’m not buying it. They’re only twenty—what do they need with a $10,000 bag? I don’t even spend that much on mine.”
“Tell him it’s not happening.”
“Why won’t you buy it for me?”