I didn't know if it was because I was ill or heartbroken.
I didn't expect that because of a joke I made, they wanted to sell me to the cripple as his wife.
After standing there for a while, I knocked on the door.
My parents had always preferred my older sister Stella since I was a child.
In addition, Stella gave birth to a boy when she was 18 years old. I knew my parents loved her and spoiled her son.
But Stella always spoke up for me, so I thought she shouldn't know about this.
I was stunned for a moment, and my father Johnson opened the door.
When he saw me, he frowned and muttered, "How did you get in?"
Thinking of the security guard who just stopped me, I felt bad again, but I didn't say anything and went in to change my shoes.
Mary heard the noise and came over quickly with a forced smile. She said, "Eva, why didn't you tell us or ask us to pick you up before you came back?"
"I was so busy that I forgot to tell your dad and the others that you were coming back, so we didn't go to pick you up."
"Okay."
I replied calmly, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my ID card, birth certificate, and other certificates on the table.