She quickly put on her shoes and rushed into the elevator.
"No way, I still have to go to walk."
"Forget it, I don't need your help, I'll go myself." Helen snorted and went inside.
As the elevator door closed, Amanda started her nagging.
"What errands could you possibly have? They're a single mother and child. Just help them out.
"Don't be so selfish, doing good deeds will bring blessings to your daughter, don't you know?"
Blessings?
In my past life, I helped everyone and put up with everything, but what did I get in the end?
She chattered, and her lips moved up and down.
When Helen came to borrow food, she told me to give her more.
When Helen left her trash in front of the elevator, with leftover soup almost flowing into our apartment, she didn't clean it up.
I complained after cleaning it up, and she told me to be more generous and not to be so picky about my neighbors.
The day Elisha was hit, I cried my heart out.
She coldly told me that I couldn't even take care of a child.
But I hadn't planned on taking Elisha to the courthouse that day.
It was she who insisted on buying new clothes, and she didn't have time to pick Elisha up.
I could just drop it.