"Transfer 10,000 dollars to your brother right now!"
I calmly took out a tissue and wiped the soy milk off my face while saying, "There's no money. He knows where his money went."
Upon hearing this, Zack's face immediately fell and he looked even more aggrieved.
"Mom and Dad, look at her. She spent my money and acted so confidently. Anyway, I don't care. If I don't receive the money today, I will never come back!"
After saying that, he turned and ran out the door.
From childhood to adulthood, what he is best at is to control them by "running away from home".
Although it is an old trick, it is extremely useful.
My mother ran out crying anxiously, and in an instant, my father and I were the only ones left in the narrow, dim room.
"I'm telling you, if anything happens to your brother, I will never forgive you."
After saying this, he trotted out.
I couldn't help but feel sad and sighed helplessly.
It's so old, it's time to replace it with a new one.
When I came back with the latest computer, my parents were sitting on the sofa with extremely unhappy looks on their faces.
"How dare you come back? How can you feel so at ease spending your brother's hard-earned money?"
I really didn't want to argue with them. "Mom, the bank card Zack gave me was an empty card. Isn't the money I've given him over the years enough?"
Now, my words were more like igniting a powder keg.
My father slammed his hand on the coffee table with such force that there was a bang that even the water in the teacup splashed out.
"You've grown wings and are even settling accounts with us. Is he someone else? He's your brother!"
My mother was so angry that she covered her chest and collapsed on the sofa with a painful expression.
"Your father and I gave birth to your brother just to give you someone to keep you company, but listen to what you are saying now."
"Shouldn't it be right for siblings to help each other?"
"You stole your brother's hard-earned money, and now you are acting justified. Is the money you used to buy the computer your brother's?"
"Hurry up and transfer the money to your brother and get him back first."
Listening to what my parents said, the expressions on their faces no longer had the kindness they once had, and in my eyes, they even seemed a little mean.
I sneered and clenched the bag in my hand.
"I won't give it to you!"
After saying that, I simply turned around and went into the room, closing the door with a bang.
Outside the door, the cursing voices of my parents came through the thin door.
I lay weakly on the single bed, making a creaking sound.
I hadn’t slept for a day and a night, and my headache was terrible, but I couldn’t sleep at all.
At this point, I can no longer deceive myself. It took me more than 20 years to admit that they didn't actually love me.
Thinking back to the past, tears rolled down my eyes.
Suddenly, there was a sound of someone knocking on the door with such force that the entire door frame was shaking.
"Get out of here."
My father's roar mixed with the sound of his disciples coming in.
I pinched my swollen temples and opened the door helplessly.
With a "slap", a slap landed accurately on my face.
I didn't even see who hit me before my head was knocked to the side.
"You are so lawless. Now you have driven my good grandson away. Are you satisfied? If I had known you were so vicious, you should have been thrown into a urine bucket and drowned when you were born."
My grandmother is a fierce old lady and my mother is a relatively cowardly woman, so my grandmother is the old lady who has absolute say in my family.
