"If you want to stay here, that's fine. From next month, the rent is 1,500 dollars, the food cost is 2,000 dollars, and utilities are extra."
I've heard her sarcasm many times before and couldn't be bothered to respond.
But this time, she had the nerve to point at my nose and say it.
"Which eye of yours saw me sponging off anyone?
"Even if I am, so what? Am I sponging off you?
"Am I eating your food or using your things? What gives you the right to criticize?"
Since marrying into the family, Jessica hadn't worked a single day. My brother, Tony, a man of little resolve, couldn't hold a job for more than three months, always complaining about stupid colleagues or bosses.
Under the pretense of cleaning up the workplace, he resigned so many times that no one would hire him now.
They both relied almost entirely on my parents' support.
And where did my parents get their money from? Isn't it all from me?
Jessica might not know, but Tony had seen me give money to Mary many times and even joked about my filial piety.
I wanted harmony in the family because they were my family.
I had no complaints when my parents used my money to support Tony and Jessica.