Charles, distressed, turned to me and shouted, "Celia, what's wrong with you? Getting into the Havenbrook University is a big deal! It's just a car, it's not a big deal. You are her mom, you should be happy with that!"
Sarah's demeanor shifted. She grabbed my LV bag from the table and threw it to the ground, crying, "Other parents earn money for their kids, but you're so selfish! How can you afford such an expensive bag for yourself but not a car for me? Is it because I'm not your biological daughter? Aren't you afraid I'll abandon you when you're old?"
I slapped her across the face.
The room fell silent.
I picked up my bag and left.
Behind me, I could hear Sarah's crying and Charles' furious yelling, "Celia! How dare you hit my daughter?!"
2
In my past life, after we bought the car, Charles insisted that Sarah drive us to his hometown to show off.
I couldn't dampen their joy and agreed.
That night, all three of us drank a lot.
I didn't know when Sarah had sneaked out with the car.
At dawn, she stumbled back home, crying that she had hit someone and fled.
At that time, Sarah was my everything. Seeing her so distraught, and under the Zanes' manipulations, I took the blame.