"What nonsense are you spouting? You and Blair have been friends for years! We've always treated her like our own daughter. If it weren't for all the opportunities Blair's given you, where would you be now?"
My father nodded along. "Exactly. Take your mother's illness this time—if Blair hadn't found her such a good doctor and arranged that private room, your mother wouldn't have recovered so quickly! Sure, she hasn't visited in person, but she's a busy CEO, so that's understandable..."
Hearing this, my hands curled into fists, knuckles white.
The "good doctor" came from the premium clinic I'd paid eight hundred dollars a visit for.
The private room was because I'd paid full price out of pocket.
I'd lied and said Blair had pulled strings, just so my parents wouldn't feel burdened by the costs.
I never imagined they'd hold onto that lie so tightly, brimming with gratitude for her.
The bitterness lodged in my throat. I kept my face expressionless and said nothing.
When my mother went to the kitchen to wash fruit, my father pulled me aside.